Category Archives: Paris/France

There’s something about quadriplegia …

[caption id="attachment_1699" align="alignleft" width="146"]From country kid ... From country kid ...[/caption] One day a stranger asked me what my disability was. I generally consider it rude for a person to ask this unless there's a valid reason (and nosiness is not one) but sometimes I get caught off guard. My 'good girl' reaction took over and I answered, 'Quadriplegia'. The stranger looked at me and said, 'No it's not'. I laughed, somewhat bemused, and said, 'Oh okay then, what is it?' He replied, 'Well you can move your arms, so it must be paraplegia'. I don't remember my reply to him but I did instantly curse Christopher Reeve.

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Posted in Disability, France, Paris, Paris/France, Quadriplegia, Travel | 6 Comments

Independent, or not?

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?

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Posted in Australia, Disability, How to reach a goal, Paris/France, Quadriplegia | 2 Comments

Five Things That Should Bother Me (but don’t) 

A lot in life depends on how you see it. I don't choose to always see things in a positive way. I'm not that kind of shiny, happy, bubbly person. Those folk are incredibly tiring to be around! But I do see the curious, alternative side of many things and that's why some things that should bother me, don't. [caption id="attachment_1152" align="alignleft" width="103"]Now this chap has some health problems! Health problems?[/caption] 1. It doesn't bother me that I can't walk. I'm sure it used to 100 years ago but only because at the time of acquiring my injury, many things had changed so dramatically and many things were crap. However, now that I'm older and (allegedly) wiser, I know that it's what you do with your life that is most important. If you always think you can't do something because of X Y then you are probably more paralysed than I will ever be. (more…)
Posted in Adapting to a new country, Difficulties integrating in new country, Disability, How to live in Paris, How to reach a goal, Integration in a new country, Living in Paris, Paris/France, Quadriplegia | 4 Comments