Paru le jeudi 12 novembre 2009 sur The Globe and mail

Source: Globe and mail

My wheelchair makes me invisible

Almost three years ago, after a series of misadventures and mishaps, I ended up in a wheelchair.

It started when I stepped on a pebble and broke my ankle. The first surgery didn't go well and I broke the same leg again. A series of operations only made the situation worse, and I will never walk normally again.

Just as I was coming to grips with this I tripped and broke my other leg. I expect to be out of the wheelchair by January.

I am more fortunate than most as this will not be a permanent feature of my life. But it has been an adventure. It more closely resembles the old Chinese curse: "May you live in interesting times." Harry Potter has a cloak that renders him invisible. I roll around in the Chair of Invisibility.

Ontario has rules that govern accessibility for the disabled. We have dedicated parking spots, large stalls in public restrooms, sidewalk ramps and automatic doors. Lots of our buses can accommodate wheelchairs, and we have special transit services in many cities. Life is good, so being in a wheelchair should be no problem. Right?

Wrong.

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