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- Love and Affection March 20, 2019
- Fix You November 29, 2018
- Happy Together August 24, 2018
- The Final Countdown May 10, 2017
- The Sun Always Shines on TV March 5, 2017
- We’re on TV! December 23, 2016
- Crazy Little Thing Called Love December 5, 2016
- Full Steam Ahead December 4, 2016
- Will you ……? September 6, 2016
- Marry You August 27, 2016
- Moving in together August 24, 2016
- Getting to Know You August 15, 2016
- Unconditionally August 9, 2016
- The first date July 26, 2016
- Could it be Magic? July 21, 2016
- Twin air bags? July 14, 2016
- Thinking Out Loud June 23, 2016
- Honesty is the best policy June 14, 2016
- Back in the game May 24, 2016
- Doin’ the Do! May 19, 2016
- Little Things May 10, 2016
- Just get on with it! May 9, 2016
- A helping hand? May 5, 2016
- The Hardest Part April 27, 2016
- Life begins at 40? April 23, 2016
- Catch The Wind April 18, 2016
- Getting back up: Finding something April 12, 2016
- Handle With Care April 5, 2016
- Getting back up: Work and play March 17, 2016
- Learning to Fly March 10, 2016
- Getting back up: The start March 1, 2016
- Climb Any Mountain February 23, 2016
- Lets start at the very beginning February 3, 2016
- How a disability can change you February 3, 2016
Tag: wheelchair rugby
Will you ……?
We had been together just over 2 years. Everything was going really well; so the more rational amongst you might ask the question: “Why rock the boat?”. Why not just carry on living together happily? I know how much getting married means to Nicky, and I love her very much.………………………………….
Moving in together
Getting back up: Work and play
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………………………………….
Getting back up: The start
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………………………………….