Is educating others really so unfair and tiresome?
Which are you? “The Good Cripple” or “The Bad Cripple”? Among some disabled advocates, we’re being asked to decide our “archetype” in a way that resembles the divide between the North and South during the Civil War. Perhaps we need not be so drastic.
Books can inspire, encourage, educate and — above all — unite people of varying abilities
When I was 3 years old, I was diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD), the most common of the nine forms of muscular dystrophy. My parents never hid my diagnosis from me but, besides my parents, the only way I learned more about muscular dystrophy (MD) and its future effects on me was through my observation of other campers at MDA summer camp, beginning at age 9. As a child, I never read...
Let stares be dares to conversation
The sidewalk is bumpy because city planners decided bricks would look better on the main street. Small restaurants reach out to customers by blocking the sidewalk with outdoor dining. Trees, newspaper stands, shoe-shine stands — you name it — all take up space on the sidewalk.
Getting down the street isn’t easy when you use a wheelchair.
Unfortunately, in the land of the disabled there are no “one size fits all” accommodations. But common sense should be a factor.
Looking at the world from the seat of a wheelchair is a new experience for me. Although I’m ambulatory, a manual wheelchair and “driver” are my new best friends when it comes to distances. I’m finding rolling along by the seat of my pants to be quite a challenge.
Brice Carroll of Hot Springs, Ark., has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
You ask a stranger a question and they answer your spouse.