I had a terrible accident that left me with a lame leg that needs surgery every now and then.

When i had the accident i was a very naive secretary so being in a wheelchair didnt really phase me when it came to boys.

Fast forward a couple of years later, i had to have a follow up surgery. I was supposed to be in and out and walking on the same day but there were complications. I ended up in hospital for a week and not walking for a couple of months.

While i was in hospital a couple of days after surgery, a nurse came to change my bandages. I can laugh about it now and blush but when she took them off and saw how awful i looked i freaked out and started yelling..

"What did you do to me, i look like frankenstein!"

"No man will ever touch me again!"

"I will never have sex again!!".

They tried to tell me it would heal but i didnt believe them. They gave me something to calm my nerves and i fell asleep believing i would be celibate forever.

They were right, it got better but how i hated the process! I felt so unattractive. I didnt wear makeup, i wore odd loose clothing that was easy to put on and hated the stares as i wheeled around in the shopping centre. People were rude about the chair at the movies, disabled till lines were an issue with able bodied people cutting in etc. My self confidence as a woman really took a knock.

Now this year i have to go in again as Im struggling to walk and in alot of pain. But this time around there shall be no regrets!

I am spraypainting my wheelchair hotpink. There shall be a gold blanket and a crown on the back. I will be the best dressed princess on a throne. I will get a hot physio to make rehab easier, i will blow kisses to those who stare. My sex toy will be well stocked with batteries.

I may not be able to physically stand up for myself, but im still going to let my sexy flag fly! I wish i could go back and tell the younger me that healing is important and i shouldnt ever feel less of myself because i am in a wheelchair, then crutches then a limp. I am a broken vase that needs putting back together again but will soon be holding a bouquet of white roses for everyone to admire.

:)

Yessss. Power to you hot Queen

Ride Sally, ride

Go for Gold!

I have a good mate who's in a wheel chair 95% of the time. He can get around on crutches but not terribly well.

We were at monte Casino one night and I cracked a joke about us heading for a traffic jam as there were two ladies in wheel chairs at a choke point. Off he speeds and catches up with them.

Two very pretty sisters with jazzed up chairs and enough attitude to fill the place on their own. Anyway, we all end up going for a meal and wait a little while for chairs to be removed from tables and so on.

Along comes a waiter and asks me first if I would like a drink, well of course I do and answer conscious that he asked me before the ladies. The waiter then asks me "and what would your friends like." This is not the first time this has happened with my mate and I but I was mortified that he believed the ladies were incapable of direct communication.

As I was about to say something, one of the ladies wheeled around to the waiter and I got in to a wheelie position and slammed the front wheel down on his foot. In a very quiet voice smiling all the time she said (I'm paraphrasing) "my legs don't work, my brain does though and unless you want your ball sack ripped off and thrown in the fish tank you'll acknowledge our presence and be polite to my sister and I." (Wow, do I love an assertive woman!)

She wheeled back, a different and incredibly good waitress came and attended to our needs and all was magnificent.

Don't take shit because you are in a chair! You are a magnificent beautiful woman who is capable of things that others have no idea about. Those who disagree can go and F#ck emselves.