I’ve been using a wheelchair for three or four years now, on and off, mostly off. I don’t really enjoy the experience and I’ve pondered for some time as to the reason. Following an ‘outing’ today I think I’ve worked out why. During my able bodied years I would not have dreamt for one minute of thinking let alone penning the following because, along with millions of others, I hadn’t got a clue about personal mobility or, to be precise, lack of it.
Having difficulty walking, for myself anyway, apart from the physical pain associated with giving it a go, has many what you might call side issues created by the very people would you believe who are trying to assist.
Loss of or restricted mobility is in effect a loss of freedom. Freedom to go this way or that way, to turn round, to go back, to stop. You…
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