Just like anyone else, we love going away: fancy hotels with glitzy restaurants, romantic evenings watching sunsets on the beach, breakfast in bed and a shower big enough to Zumba in? Yup, all that and more! But the reality is that going away for us, is considerably more complicated. At………………………………….
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………………………………….
A new relationship is always exciting; the excitement of discovery, the bliss of love, the newness of learning about each other; it was all that, and more! But my new relationship came with a whole world of other stuff which would have a massive impact on our lovely new-ness. Becoming………………………………….
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………………………………….
