Meaghan's Voice: A Young Woman with Autism Speaks Out
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
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
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories
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.