But then, as disabled people do expertly, I adapted. But oddly, I didn’t just adapt, I thrived. I pushed longer and longer distances and began to conquer steeper and longer ramps. I began liking the strength in my arms and the delicious sense of tiredness that came from really hard physical work. After a few weeks, I didn’t much miss the chair.This was helped by the fact that the weather was really cold out and the WheelTrans buses were warm inside.
So yesterday Joe and I talked about the chair and it’s return. I think I might have surprised him when I said that I wanted to use it, but use it less. I picked out some places where we’ve had to do a lot of organizing with rides and where there ‘push potential’ is small. Those places, where we go to a lot, I’ll use the power chair. But places where the ‘push potential’ is significant, where we also go a lot, I’d like to stick with the buses and my manual chair.
I realized that I have relied on my power chair more than I needed to. It’s easy, it’s quick and it’s fast, but it also takes away from me my ability to do things for myself and my potential for growth. Just the other day I forgot that I couldn’t do something and therefore, I did it. It took me by surprise when I realized what had happened. The only reason that it happened was because, physically, my arms are stronger, my body is more flexible and I have more confidence in trying things previously out of reach.
900$ is a lot of money. I’m still shocked at the cost. But overall, I’m glad this happened. I’m glad that I was forced to adapt and change. What I thought was going to be a catastrophic event was only a bump in the road, a bump I now have the strength to get over.