When I say
‘able-bodied’, what springs to mind?
Do you think of me?
Probably not,
since I am a full-time wheelchair user with Brittle Bones – a genetic condition
that means my bones are fragile and easily broken.
Yet in my adapted flat in
London, I don’t have a disability.
Sure, I still have my impairment – you can
plonk me anywhere, even on the moon, and it won’t disappear – but with adaptations
such as a wet room, lowered work surfaces, and automatic doors and windows, I’m
able to live independently.
I only become disabled when I leave my front door
and there is no dropped curb for my wheelchair to move across, leaving me
stranded.
Does this mean that, within my flat, I might be considered
able-bodied?
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