This had to be the lowest point in my life. Amanda had left, Zoe had gone with her along with the cats, and I was left in the house with 24 hour live in carer provided by an agency. Up until this time I had had regular carers coming in………………………………….
Well it started off quite promisingly. After 9 years of not driving, I had had my car adapted with hand controls, and had the steering lightened. It’s quite scary that there is no need to retake a driving test, all you need to do is get the car adapted. I………………………………….
So about sailing…. Why would somebody who is paralysed, who can’t control their temperature, who broke their neck in water, and who floats the wrong way up; even consider sailing as a hobby or sport? My beginnings into the world of sailing weren’t brilliant. The first time after my accident………………………………….
So now my life consisted of wheelchair rugby twice a week, working on a “therapeutic” basis, physiotherapy, and family life. Although busy, I still wasn’t fulfilled; I still felt that my stature had changed. I think it partly stems from society’s focus on the work ethic, or at least my………………………………….
Despite having very little function or sensation, bizarrely I didn’t consider myself disabled; I didn’t feel any different inside. For a few years I resisted getting involved with groups of people with disabilities, I think I had a certain perception of how it would be and how I would be………………………………….
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So what has this got to do with weddings I hear you ask? Well this bit has got nothing at all with weddings, but future blogs will, I promise. This first blog sets the scene for what’s to follow. It is important because I doubt that anybody without a disability………………………………….
