Most of you that know me, know I was critically injured in a car accident in 1982. After three months in the hospital and finally becoming an amputee.

It took three years before the court compensated me to the tune of a quarter of a million dollars. I was thirty-seven and still bold, and bulletproof in those days.
The first thing I bought was a sports car that came with a holiday, all expenses paid to Singapore.

I had caught the travel bug. Singapore, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Tasmania, and finally UK and Scotland. I was making up for lost time and taking the opportunity to see the World.

My first love was horses and so I started a branch for Riding for the Disabled. All these life adventures were shutting down my emotional thoughts of being a disabled person. Yes, I am a mover and shaker and always have been.

As time moves on the body starts to break down, and loneliness sets in. Those fun days were many years ago.

My greatest fear is the loss of my mobility. I have lived alone since the death of my partner in 2019.

Thankfully, I have carers twice a week to help with housework and social outings. Most weeks I ponder how much more mobility can I lose. I am a positive person but everything hurts and nothing much works.

My greatest fear is being put into a Nursing Home with no voice to fight for my rights. Aged care is being sadly overlooked in many ways. The Providers of my care believe we only need cleaning and shopping!

I have reached a point where there is nothing physically to lose. I am blessed with sight now; after cataract surgery and my grey matter is still sparking. Writing, painting, and helping folks online fill the loneliness. I do not fear death I know when I go home to meet my family, I will be once again a whole person.

Depression isn't welcome in my life. Depression is a word, not a sentence.

So, yes I fear losing my mobility and having my brain working and my body not. We all come to a point in our lives when we have fears for our future. Being semi-alone, Benny my dog, my carer gets me out of bed every morning. FanStory has been my lifeline for thirteen years and I am so grateful for the friendships.

Some weeks I don't leave home, not because I don't want to, I can't without a carer. So I work on my writing and talk to friends in America.
I am not accepting of the word disabled, but rather able-disabled.