Moving On With a Disability :: Papers

Moving On With a Disability Disability something that disables a person, a physical incapacity caused by disfigurement or disease. To me the word was somewhat closer to home. I am going on fourteen and am seated in a wheelchair permanently, I forever and a day have been. Cameron is the name, walking is the game. The wish more like. Being stuck in a wheelchair is very infuriating and when I am in that mood, just dont try and descend me out. Talking of going out I dont. Well very rarely. I stay in my room most of the time with my books and my tutor. It is where I want to be. It is no-ones faulting I am in this way and there is nothing anyone can do about it. I need to face facts I am glue to the chair. Good morning Cam. He stood there like he did every morning at 9am sharp, but Diz was not a sharp man. untidy struck me as more of the correct word. My tutor was in his mid thirties with short, brown hair. He hadnt shaved. Stubble the colour of cigarett e ash clung to his jaw. His humongous round glasses bounced as he walked. His clothes were shabby and he often wore the same items for days running. Diz was a good friend my yet friend and he shared my love of books. He often brought me a book from his collection. They were about all sorts but I liked the detective ones best. I wished I was Sherlock Holmes. Mind you I wished I could walk too but as Mum always says, Life does not come on a silver plate. Well it should come on a gold one, thats what I think I dont think you can understand what it is like not to be able to do something that everyone else can. I definitely dont think I can explain it When I wake up, I cannot dress myself. How would that make you expression? Incompetent maybe? Thats how it makes me feel. Everyone else can dress themselves, why cant I?