Welcome to my blog. I post on this, roughly once a week (it does vary). I sustained a 'Traumatic Acquired Brain Injury', and a six month coma from a 'road traffic accident' whilst cycling, in October 2006. I spent the following 4 years (22-26yrs old), in a combination of hospitals and rehabilitation homes. Now, I have been living independently in Surbiton, England since October 2010. This blog begun life in December 2010, as i realised that there are many people worldwide that i want to share experiences with. I know that, as a wheelchair user, I am obviously not as mobile as i wish, so, use the internet to connect to you. I enjoy letting my thoughts represent through type. I type honestly. As numerous readers, as well as email recipients, will understand, I find typing to be very therapeutic. Thank you :)
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Tuesday 24 July 2012

i talk...


sorry, you've been given pictures regarding Britain's sporting success, but i now can talk. I have many notes on my phone, so here goes...

An old note that i made is embracing the future. ' I choose shops, cafes, restaurants etc, by whether or not it has stepped entrance. Can i get in? Is it accessible? I am trapped. I will feel so free when...'
I discontinue the note as I know what I strive for, but i cannot blubber on. I just want to say that although things have improved, and a lot of legislation has been introduced, there will always be inaccessible places. I must keep the attitude that they're the ones losing out, not me. Hmmmm.

My fury rose the other day when a couple of cyclists, seemingly broke the law, by just turning at a main junction, without indicating, or even slowing. The first skidded past. They we both dressed identically. Hmmm? It was only on seeing the second did i realise that infact they were police. It is only now that i realise that this may excuse them. Police, I know that they drive like maniacs, but ride bikes like madmen? I was surprised, at the speed they manage to get on the road, on mountain bikes, and to my disgust, without helmets. Crazy.

I have learnt that it is a lot better in sometimes accepting defeat. I refer to the occasions when, now in a wheelchair, it is impossible to sprint for a bus or train. This fact forces one to plan better, or just accept defeat. If i was able, I may often find myself sprinting in attempt to catch something. I know that it was extremely frustrating, finding that you're running late, then rushing for a bus or train, and missing it. Currentlly, I have little or no chance in rushing, so it is easier to accept defeat rather than having to accept a defeated attempt.

Another post will shortly follow, as I am tired but have a load more notes to talk about.

Dreams are only desired ideas that we cannot make happen in reality. If we really, really want something but realistically cannot reach the goal or attain it then  we dream. Everything else is realistically attainable. I don’t dream much, and I like to think that this is because most things are achievable, if one works.

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