A while ago I saw a petition on the website of HandicapNL calling for rehabilitation programs to be expanded with the transition from rehabilitation center to life at home. A justified demand, because that transition is very big. Too big. So I wholeheartedly support this petition! But it also made me jealous, because when I got sick, the reaction was: “You have to learn to live with it”. And I was outside again.
One day I wake up. I'm looking in the fridge, the open door in my hand. I hear someone asking: "What am I doing here?" For a moment I am surprised, because I am sure I didn't say anything. Yet it is my voice. I look around and I see a plate with two sandwiches on the counter. I realise I'm making lunch.
I recently had to give a workshop. To be able to do that I brought a box of stuff with me, which fitted perfectly under the seat of my wheelchair. Ideal, because that way I had my hands free to wheel.
The night before I had everything ready, so in the morning I lash that box under my seat. No problem at all, because it is not difficult and moreover I had done that before.
The day is going fine. My workshop is going well and it leads to a number of interesting conversations afterwards. In short, I am satisfied.