#cooking in a wheelchair

[chronicpaingirlie]

disabled joy is so important !!!!!!!

[stressed-depressed-andobsessed]

Snippet I had to evict from my brain

"You are not to protect me for the rest of the day. You will leave me and find an activity that will occupy your time that does not involve chivalry." The King turned to leave, pausing for a second to throw in one last thing over his shoulder, " It will do you some good to be away from my side."

He grabbed his wheels, rolling himself down the hall, but stopped by the sound of fast stomping coming towards him from behind. He stiffened under the feeling of cold metal digging into his arm.

He looked up and caught the mirrored expression of surprise accompanied by a slight bit of horror in his Knight's face. Their eyes met before both dipping down to look at the metallically gloved hand that gripped his arm.

Suddenly regaining his composure, the Knight removed his hand. So quickly, you would have thought the mere contact had set his hand ablaze.

They stared at nothing in particular as the air around them became tense. The Knight was the one to finally break the silence. "I apologize for touching you without your expressed permission, my Liege. That was out of turn."

"It is alright, I suppose. No harm done." The King would rather have been beheaded in front of a vast audience than admit that the touch wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Did you have something you would've liked to say?"

The Knight clasped his hands behind his back, whether to hide his nervous fidgeting or to make sure there were no more incidental touching was unknown to them both.

"What am I to do if you get hurt while I am away? I am your right hand man, it is my duty to ensure your safety!"

The King stifled a chuckle at the subtle pout from his typically serious Knight, "Please do not fret, Sir, I can assure you that I will be ok until the next sunrise. I greatly appreciate your long-standing loyalty to me and that's why I insist that you take a break. Go on and find something that pleases you."

The King put on a small smile, hoping that would help to sway his Knight to see his point. His charm did always assist in calming even the most benevolent rogue men. This, for whatever reason, did not work to placate the Knight, on the contrary, it seemed to embolden him further. His hands came back into view, the King watched with confusion as the Knight clumsily fumbled with the metallic glove. It fell to the ground as he also unfastened the other.

The metallic gloves clanged against the floor as they dropped, but the King didn't pay any mind to it. He kept his focus on the Knight, he watched one of the unprotected hands hover above his shoulder. A couple beats went by before he gathered the courage to make contact.

The warmth was a stark difference from the cold metal.

The Knight kneeled down, because of the wheelchair - along with the fact that the Knight held a couple inches over the King whenever they were both standing - they were now basically eye level with each other.

His other hand crossed over his heart, that typically serious look once again painted his face. The King was a bit taken aback. This position, it signified a true vow, a solemn swear, that the word of the Knight was not only fact, but a commitment made deep from the soul. Usually these vows were made betwixt his fellow swordsmen, a promise between men.

The fact that he was making this swear to a person outside of his chivalric order, someone who held a significant amount of power over him, meant something.

The King didn't want to think about what that something meant.

Nor about why his heart decided to react the way it did.

"Being by your side, protecting you with every ounce of my being, is what pleases me most, my King. To know that I am the knight that bestows the honor of keeping you safe brings me the utmost satisfaction."

Wow.

Was this a Knight that stood before him or a poet?

The King regained his composer the best he could, being starstruck would not be a good look for a royal. Surely, he didn't mean all that in an informal sort of way. Any sort of relationship outside of Superior/Inferior between the royal family and their soldiers was strictly frowned upon and could be described as a major power imbalance.

Understandably so, a royal could use their power over a soldier to force them into committing vile deeds. To make them do actions that would normally be outside their moral zone, all out of a fabricated version of love and care.

Of course, that kind of manipulation could occur outside of an intimate relationship. Any sort of slight intimidation from a royal could have a townsperson kneeling beneath them.

Which brought the King's thinking back to the Knight kneeling in front of him.

He rested his hand upon the Knight's, "I would like that you take some semblance of a break while you only wish to stay at your post. That is a tad bit contradictory, ain't it?"

The King let himself slip into his 'improper' way of speech. Just so his Knight might feel comfortable with the idea he was about to propose.

"Maybe we can strike a deal? One that'll make us both happy?" He paused to allow time for the Knight to absorb his words. A tilt of the head and a slight furrow of the eyebrows signaled him to elaborate. "How about we spend the day together? Not as King and Knight, but as companions."

Platonic relationships were just as frowned upon as romantic partnerships, but he could easily play off their friendly date as patrolling the town for strange activities.

He knew of a quaint little tavern that had some treats that needed investigating.

"What do you say to that, Sir Hagakure?" He didn't notice it at this exact moment, but at some point during his thought process, he moved the Knight's hand into his lap and clasped it betwinxed his own. He also conveniently didn't notice the slight darkening of the Knight's cheeks, "Or shall I refer to you as Sir Yasuhiro?"

The Knight blinked, processing all the different sensory input and words being thrown his way. The intimacy of his first name being said, especially in his King's husky voice, made a nervous smile spread across his face. His other hand went to rub his neck as he attempted to stutter out some kind of coherent reply.

"I-I accept! That sounds truly splendid! To spend the day with you would be a privilege, My Liege!" He tucked one of the loose dreads behind his ear and broke their eye contact, "And... You may refer to me as Hiro."

"Very well, I'll call you Hiro and you will call me Daiya."

[sirensongster]

I'm thinking of starting a Substack for posting my silly little hobby essays on food and disability advocacy. Would anyone be interested at all?

[jinkushiroll]

izuku and spinner's conversation was peak actually so well handled.

he's so

[gxlden-angels]

Christians seeing a disabled person: lol skill issue ✝️🙏

[hexapustapes]

Bonus chapter sketches for SL chapter 8

[natandacat]

Celebrating being able to be in the kitchen by cooking and baking all these apples and pears

[housefreak]

cinephile 2 cinephile communication

[imtheecrybaby27]

Fatigue and Dinner

[vivarthur]

Ram using modern day mobility aids.

[crispycreambacon]

[image description from accessfashion (deactivated blog): a digital drawing of disabled original characters. The first is a thin wheelchair user with medium brown skin. They have long dark hair, a pink sweater, and ripped light wash jeans. Their wheelchair is pink, they cross their legs, and hold their hands behind their head. The second is a pale fat fore arm crutch user. They have dyed cool color gradient hair, a green jacket, denim shorts, and a star shaped bag. Their crutch is purple and they have a hand on their hip. End description.]

The cool kids on the street (more disability sketches I made for stress-relief!)

Pls don’t critique my wheelchair art as I am a full-time wheelchair user — I make this art as a way of expressing my own disabilities and life ⭐️♿️🌈

[literaryvein-references]

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

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[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[lunarflare64]

Oh shit

Anyone remember the bookcase we posted about two days ago? The one that we completely filled up? It was a lot of work and very exciting

Its been 48 hours

Our body feels dense and heavy, its hard to think, its hard to move, mentally we aren't tired but physically we are beyond exhausted

Thats PEM. We have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Fuck.

[havegaysex]

I currently have modified my rollator so that I can self-propel with my feet sitting in it

I'm waiting to get a wheelchair evaluation and when a physical therapist actually was trying to be helpful and asked if I'd ever had a wheelchair evaluation I was so overcome with mostly joy I realizing that was an option,

even though I've known ambulatory wheelchair users exist for a long time I kept insisting I didn't need a wheelchair to myself even though I was using a rollater seated in motion which is not meant to be used in that way.

My point in adding this is that sometimes people get wheelchairs well after they could benefit from having one and until they get to the point where they have a wheelchair people will figure out other ways of making things work if they can't adequately walk themselves places

Personally for me a wheelchair would give me the freedom that I feel like a car or bike gives most abled people, usually an abled person uses a car or a bike when the distance is too far for them to walk, and for someone who may be ambulatory and use a wheelchair that could be the same reason they use a wheelchair, for distances that are too far to walk

do you have any tips for how to not sound like an ableist asshole when writing people who use wheelchairs in fic?

yea sure

1. kill wheelchair-centered angst plots. when you’re mobility impaired, getting a wheelchair is a joyful occasion and something you’re excited for (unless your only option is a big painful hospital chair.) there’s nothing progressive or empowering about associating wheelchair use with dreariness and misery.

2. consider the specific wheelchair user’s abilities and limitations. it’s lazy to just give them legs-don’t-work syndrome, think about why they use their chair. questions to ask yourself can include: have they always used it? do they use it because of injury, illness, or deformity? can they sometimes go without it? are they independent while using it? what are the consequences of trying to get around without it? is their day-to-day life wheelchair accessible, or do they have some challenges with navigation?

3. if you’re not disabled you shouldn’t make the backbone of your story about the disabled experience. if you’re not disabled, you don’t know what it’s like to be disabled, and no amount of imagining is going to create an accurate or meaningful representation. this isn’t to say that you should avoid disabled characters or that you can’t touch on ableism in your stories if you’re abled, but revolving your entire narrative around the disabled experience would be as hollow and meaningless as if i tried to write a story about what it means to be a black man. 

4. search up and find a specific wheelchair model to give your character; the model isn’t something that has to be mentioned in-text but referencing features of a specific chair throughout your story will add dimension and realism.

5. acknowledgement of disability in fiction exists on a spectrum; on one extreme the author makes way too big a deal out of it and reduces the character to only their disability, and on the other extreme it’s entirely ignored. both of these are shitty. find balance in recognizing their condition and not being weirdly obsessed with it.

6. if your character resembles a caricature of a stereotypical wheelchair user, they need to be rewritten. this comes in 2 major flavors: the helpless, naïve, useless wheelchair user, or the entitled, whining, unpleasant wheelchair user. adding to the stereotype glut affects people’s perceptions of disabled people in real life.

7. the most important thing to remember is that they are just a person sitting down. wheelchair use is not an altered state of consciousness. develop them the same as you would any other character, and be mindful of their limitations as you do so.

[mad-swag-fag]

July 8

Accessible camp

Lowkey not accessible

Absolutely cooked