Moving On With a Disability :: Papers

Moving On With a Disability Disability something that disables a person, a physical incapacity caused by injury or disease. To me the word was somewhat closer to home. I am going on fourteen and am seated in a wheelchair permanently, I always have been. Cameron is the name, walking is the game. The wish more corresponding. Being stuck in a wheelchair is very infuriating and when I am in that mood, just dont judge and get 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 indispensability to be. It is no-ones fault I am in this way and there is nothing anyone can do about it. I need to face facts I am glued to the chair. Good morning Cam. He stood there like he did every morning at 9am shrewdly, but Diz was not a sharp man. Messy 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 cigarette modify clung to his jaw. His big round glasses bounced as he walked. His clothes were shabby and he often wore the same items for days running. Diz was a good booster rocket my only 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 police 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 count 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 rile you feel? Incompetent maybe? Thats how it makes me feel. Everyone else can dress themselves, why cant I?