I’ve learned that being a wheelchair user comes with a quiet kind of vigilance. Most of the time, it’s minor things: the sideways glance that lingers a second too long. The well-meaning stranger who asks invasive questions about my disability, or the impulse of someone to push my chair without asking. Over the years, I’ve developed patience, a sense of humor about awkwardness, and a mental toolkit for diffusing small… CONTINUE READING…
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