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Planes, trains and automobiles: Part 2 – Automobiles

Yes, I know it’s meant to come last in the order, but it’s almost the holidays, why not put it second? And for my second act of rebellion … ‘automobile’ is strictly defined as well a car, but I don’t drive, nor do I have any entertaining car stories. I do instead, have some interesting wheelchair stories from a misspent youth, so we’re going with that okay?

If you want to run away you need a better get-away vehicle

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Planes, trains and automobiles: Part 1 – Planes

Welcome to the first in a series of three blog posts – just in time for summer time travelling – called ‘Planes, trains and automobiles’. First up, planes …

I have travelled by plane many times, both internationally and domestically. While I realise how fortunate this makes me in terms of having a choice of holiday destinations, the actual travel experience has always kind of sucked.

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It is not everything… a sentiment worth reiteration

Recently, I’ve read a lot of articles, blogs and the like, highlighting what is often referred to as ‘CP successes’. That is to say, people who have achieved some level of success, personally or professionally, while living with cerebral palsy.

The fact that these people are seen as a success because they have achieved something, despite having a disability, annoys me greatly.

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Going shopping – observances of things that remain true

Yesterday I did something radical. I took a day of leave just to go shopping and spend time with a friend. I’ve never done that before. It was awesome and I totally recommend it. My brain took a nice deep breath, but my eyes were still on alert and I noticed a lot of things.

Firstly, weekdays between 11 am and 4 pm must be ‘stare at those who are mildly different’ day for the elderly. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not normally one to notice such things. I’m way too happy in my own little world, but yesterday, every white haired person seemed to look my way with a puzzled expression. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s some new equal opportunity for your eyesight scheme that I’ve yet to hear of, or maybe my flatmate had written something on my head that only the over 80s could see. Regardless, I really wanted to do a little dance for their enjoyment.

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