My wheelchair is a big part of my
life; it's a substitute for my legs. I
received my first wheelchair when I was five years old and in kindergarten. Before my wheelchair, I couldn't get around independently
at all. I could walk a little bit with
my family and friends but it was a lot of effort to go a small distance. In my
wheelchair, I could keep up and even stay ahead of them. I'm currently using my fourth electric
wheelchair and third manual wheelchair. Either I’ll outgrow the wheelchair or it will break
down.
It wasn't easy learning to drive
my chair. It was similar to learning how
to drive a car, but at age five. I had
to watch where I was going and avoid crashing into people and objects. Other challenges included how to cross the
street, knowing the locations of curb ramps, learning what surfaces I could
easily go over, and which ones would trap me. I had to convince my hand muscles to do what I
wanted and how to move in a straight line.
If it was hard to learn, it was
also hard to watch me. Ruth, my former physiotherapist, speaks of her reaction
as follows:
"I have watched with my
stomach churning as Shawna managed her first endeavour at driving her
wheelchair along a straight sidewalk in a weaving pattern, approaching the
precipice of the sidewalk ledge, defying the laws of human reflexes, and
recovering from a fall. I think, in many
ways, it would be the same as the first steps of a child learning to walk. It is a challenge and a right. I am sure her mother watched with more
bravery than I."
Actually, I’ve been using a
wheelchair longer than I’ve been walking. The first time I walked, I was
sitting in the living room and decided to use the bathroom. I stood up to see
how far I could get on my own. I took one step and thought, "If I take
another step, I'll fall down or lose my balance," but I decided to take
another step and see what happened. The next step didn't make me fall and
neither did the next one, or the one after that. Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw my mother. I couldn't look at her without losing my balance so I kept my
eyes straight ahead. As I made it through the bathroom door, mom started
crying. I told her that I felt like a baby taking her first steps. Mom phoned
my physiotherapist that very moment to share the exciting news. I was so proud
of myself. I started walking around the main floor of our house to make my legs
stronger. It is easier to be in my electric wheelchair than to walk everywhere,
but I can do it, even though doctors said I would never walk.
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