Reality of Disability Blog Posts

When I began a diet a week before my stroke, I never dreamed of such a dramatic result

Today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of those small near misses

I shed a few tears as we passed the corner café where I used to drop in for a bite

Paul Bach-y-Rita and Sensory Substitution

Sylvie and I remain alone and silent, her hand squeezing my inert fingers

Today is Father's Day. Until my stroke, we had felt no need to fit this made-up holiday...

I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe

Mysterious paradox: time, motionless here, gallops out there...

My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly...

But for now, I would be the happiest of men if I could just swallow...

Under the physical therapist’s gaze, I am a Tour de France long shot

“You can handle the wheelchair," said the occupational therapist

Speech therapy is an art that deserves to be more widely known

Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories

Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature?

For half an hour, the machine that regulates my feeding tube has been beeping out into the void

Far from such din, when blessed silence returns...

I am fading away. Slowly but surely.

Not only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, deaf, deprived of all pleasures and reduced to the existence

In the past it was known as a 'massive stroke' and you simply died.