When I told them I was their response was: “Oh well, he knew what he was getting himself into then.” (Honestly, people have no idea what they are saying sometimes).
I cringed as it clanged and banged on the way down.Fortunately, there are some men, a few men, who don’t see the wheelchair at all. He had a mid-life crisis and ran off with another woman—sigh: Yes, the cliché applies to the disabled and able-bodied alike.*** Outside a jazz bar in Denver on Labor Day weekend, 1983, my friend and I met the man she would marry, who introduced me to the man I would subsequently marry. People often asked if I was disabled before we got married.The injury was devastating, but the societal condemnation that came on top of it was worse. In the United States, we were still sterilizing people with disabilities against their will.The kindly advice from my doctor was to check myself into a nursing home for the rest of my life to avoid being a burden on my family.
Outside of Granada, Spain, a truck hit the car I was riding in while I slept in the back seat.