Sitting all day

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Knoxville, TN -- one of the places my chair has let me explore.

Sitting in the same seat all day would probably seem like torture to some people. Prior to having to use a wheelchair I may have thought the same thing. But since I started using a chair full time I have never felt this way and I started to wonder why.

The first thing that came to mind was the comfort of my seat. My Roho cushion is filled with little air pockets so I never feel pressure in one particular spot — at least not for very long. At the end of the day the only reason I even notice my butt is usually because a crease in my pants has created some sort of bump. I don’t really feel a need to “stand and stretch” like I used to when I was walking. My seat is also a little bouncy so when the right song comes on the radio it makes seat dancing easier. I don’t do this in public, so don’t ask!

Another reason I don’t mind sitting is that I know what sort of power my wheelchair gives me. It gives me freedom to travel. I can go places I would never have gone while walking. I can go shopping, out with friends, meet with clients and stay independent. I know that without sitting in my wheelchair all day, I would never go anywhere. This is also why causes like the Wheelchair Foundation are important to me.

Lastly, I think the fact that I don’t get frustrated with having to use a wheelchair means I’ve accepted this necessity and moved on to bigger and better worries, like where I’ll go on vacation next! This is particularly easy to do on a day when snow has been falling. But really, I am happy I don’t worry about it anymore and I think there are many people out there who use wheelchairs that feel the same way.

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One Response to Sitting all day

  1. Reemz says:

    I find your strength and ability to see the pros in everything, so very touching and empowering.
    My brother had Duchene Muscular Dystrophy, and was diagnosed when he was around 3 or 4. He used to walk until he was about 8, and then he was on a power wheelchair since. In time he began to feel its power, and he would often race me and smile at the speed he had. It became a part of him, and he never questioned why had what he had, and lived life normally. Went to school, went out with us, played with friends, etc.

    You describe things that I never really thought about for a person going through MD.
    My brother passed away at 15 years of age due to Pneumonia, and a part of me is so upset that I never tried to understand everything he went through, I guess.
    THat is why I have this goal.
    To try to bring alive Muscular Dystrophy awareness and activities in Egypt ( It is our home country) Not many people know of it, despite quite a few cases known here.
    :-)

    Thank you for this beautiful post.

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