About that clock over my head
I have to write about stuff like this because nobody wants to talk about it. *tick tock tick tock* Family feels I’M the one tripping.
I have to write about stuff like this because nobody wants to talk about it. *tick tock tick tock* Family feels I’M the one tripping.
I know it doesn’t seem fair but in life and employment, things aren’t fair. They’ve never been fair, never will. We choose our battles, what
Wheelchair Users, this is a real dilemma. This is a bona-fide struggle and kicks off my daily episodes of confusion. Am I holding back because
I’m severely disabled, legally blind and rocking Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. I know about living from a wheelchair, doing your damnest to stay active, remain
I’m severely disabled, legally blind and rocking Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. I know about living from a wheelchair, doing your damnest to stay active, remain
Oooooo. I think of shit like this all the time. My wife says I live in my own world. Even before the Multiple Sclerosis, I
Yoo. It’s National Apricot Day so let me sprinkle my Tribespeople with fruit. *fist bump* This life, not this year, this LIFE. Take it. Snatch
Wait, wait, wait. *hands up* Tribespeople, this does NOT apply to us. Wheelchair Users, this does NOT define your situation. If you are rocking a
The trick is HOW you change the ending. Then, what does the work look like? Or, when do you get some benefits? For me, change,