Category Archives: Quadriplegia
People are fascinating creatures. One of the things I have loved so much about being in Paris are those I've met on ordinary days. So, in the spirit of just being grateful for times when life is calm and embracing the wonderfulness of people, I thought I'd write a blog post just about a day in my life ...
It was going to be 39° so I decided to take myself off early to the biggest flea market in the world (which is not an exaggeration). Of course it may have been more sensible to stay in my apartment with airconditioning but where's the fun in that? The market is just outside the city. I took a taxi there because my silly wheelchair battery is running out of energy after nearly two years of carting my ass all over France. It would never have lasted going there, back, plus hours wandering around alleyways filled with treasures from naked statues of men, sexy chaise lounges and a rocking horse to die for. (more…)
This is a rewrite of a post from August and something I wanted to expand on. I want to ensure that my life in Paris does not come across as just a daily gambol through the City of Love where everything is sunshine and eclairs. My blog is not meant to be anything but an honest account of living with my disability in Paris. My disability needs didn't disappear when I left Australia and neither did some of the associated problems or my feelings about them.
Wherever you go, there you are.I don't completely agree with that saying. However there are obvious realities to my disability that exist wherever I am living in the world. For example, I don't magically morph from snuggled into my bed at night to the snappily dressed, hair flicking goddess I am (in my head at least) each morning gliding swan-like around Paris in my motorised wheelchair. There is a process involved in between, a routine that requires assistance from people I hire. So what does having this help and these employees mean to me?