I🍁 fall in Michigan! Visited a Maple syrup house today and last night a huge 👻haunted house! Neither was good for my rollator or wheelchair 👩🦽and my cane wasnt really enough. I'm thinking I needed forearm crutches or hiking stick. What's y'all's opinion?
Just because my body can't keep up doesn't mean I've lost my party spirit. I love to see new sights, try new foods and go on little adventures but my body has other ideas. It was all the soft things and to sleep for 40 years. This doesn't mean my fun loving nature goes away over night. I like many have dreams of travelling, of seeing more than my small corner of the earth but that looks a little different to me now. It hones in what I want to do in and makes me reflect far more deeply on whether I am motivated to do it for the right reasons. I no longer feel that backpacking is a 'fun idea' and frankly I wonder why I ever thought it was something I would like to do. I am far more the pay the extra for the luxury spa than the sleeping with your pack sort of woman and I'm ok with that. Chronic illness takes so many things away, yes, I will never deny that but it has also given me a bullshit radar that can sniff out the faintest whiff of the lies we tell ourselves to fit in. That party we definitely want to go to even though it's hosted by that girl that always hated us and talked shit about us. That programme we pretend we like at work so as not to be left out the office conversations. The, 'it will be better when x' lie we tell ourselves to prospone happiness once more. Chronic illness cuts through all of that and makes you truly assess where you put your energy. So yes, I may feel and look like crap but don't for one second think that I am not rocking this thing called life. [Image Description: a cartoon zombie hand does the rock on sign. Above it reads, 'when you feel like crap but still wanna rock.'] #disabledwomen#disabledbeauty#disabledandcute#disabledpeoplearehot#spooniesisters#disabilitypride#spooniesupport#fatigued#chronicallyawesome#babewithamobilityaid
Just a chronically ill chick being silly and celebrating being alive to be present in the moment. Daily chores have to be done (if I can) so why not make them fun?! [VD: Josie is being silly and dancing in the kitchen while cleaning. She is wearing a black mask, black sports bra, and black leggings.]
Announcement time! I am part of the newest episode of @icanmakethatpodcast It was a pleasure to be a part of Katy's podcast. 🥰 I talk about sewing, @chronicallysewn, disability, chronic illness, geek culture, improv, and have a lot of shmoopy moments talking about @thevelvetduke 😍😍 I hope you enjoy listening. #sewing#sewcialists#chronicallysewn#plussizedsewing#fatsewing#curvysewing#disabledsewing#disabledandcute [Image: On the right in black and white, Andie, a short white fat woman with long blonde hair, wears a crop top and skirt in a floral fabric and a black sun hat. She has one hand on her hip and the other down. She is staring upwards. There is a quote on the left with a purple background that says, "The fear is never going to hold me. I'm just going to do this. Andie. @chronicallysewn / @sewprettyinpink" End.]
Mein Gehstock Eines meiner Hilfsmittel. Einer meiner Gehstöcke. Ich habe in den letzten Tagen, oft über seinen Job in meinem Leben nachgedacht. Ich habe den ersten Stock angeschafft als mir das Laufen zunehmend schwerer fiel. Aber eine richtige Unterstützung ist er nicht. Nicht beim Gehen/Laufen. Warum, kann ich nicht richtig beschreiben. Ich würde ihn eher als mentale Unterstützung beschreiben. Er ist einfach da. Denn, wenn ich ins Straucheln und Fallen gerate, stürzte ich mit und auch ohne Gehstock. Evtl. sogar nur wegen dem Stock. Im Fall eines Sturzes wäre er vielleicht , nur eine Hilfe beim Aufstehen. Denn aufstehen, kann ich frei und ohne Hilfe nicht mehr. Auch nicht, aus dem Sitzen auf einem Stuhl oder dem Sofa. Ich muss mich immer abstützen oder hochziehen. Denn dafür reicht die Muskulatur nicht mehr aus. Und jetzt ist der Stock grade eher eine Hilfe am Sofa, um aufzustehen. Und darum hat, er nun dort einen Platz gefunden. Hilfsmittel annehmen ist die eine Sache, das richtige Hilfsmittel zu finden die Andere. . Morgen geht meine Suche nach passenden Hilfsmitteln weiter! . Habt ihr, für euch schon die passenden gefunden? . Schönen Sonntag noch🙋🏼♀️ #hilfsmittel#egalwasanderesagen#nevergiveup
💪🏻Yes. Fluctuations and changes are natural. (And how amazing is that walking stick! 💙) Repost from the ace @the_feeding_of_the_fox : “Fluctuations. Bodies are free flowing, constantly altering entities. Literal living organs that, like all living things, can be one thing one day and something very different the next. Once we add in impairment, the changes we experience daily can be vast and wild. What adds to this often uncomfortable situation is the constant conversation from others about how or why. Walking stick one day, wheelchair the next. Out for hours one day then months of only moments. Weight changes, dietary changes, mood changes. The list goes on but the constant chatter shouldn't. You don't owe anyone an explanation of your body, your impairment or your choices. You don't have to engage in unsolicited discussion. You are under no obligation to share anything that isn't of your choosing. Sometimes I walk with a stick. Sometimes I don't. That's all anyone needs to know. Let's talk about how fucking awesome the stick is, instead! #neowalks #babewithamobilityaid#disabledandcute #disabledandproud#cripplelife (ID: Imogen, on the Highline in NY, crouched down looking away from the lens, using their @neowalksticks for stability. They're wearing a white jumpsuit with bold pink and green flowers, their hair shines blue in the sun & matches the walking stick)”