Getting used to a mobility aid

I don’t really want people to pity me, because a mobility aid actually means more freedom, not less. And I don’t really want congratulations, either. It’s a hard pill to swallow.

Deep down, I feel like I have to apologize for it. “I don’t need it all the time, it’s just for big outings…”

As if anyone cares how much I use it.

I think what I’m afraid of are the reactions. What will people I know think? Will they feel awkward? What will people I don’t know say to me? Will they ask rude questions I don’t know how to answer? That’s what I heard happens.

I’m going to be brave and use my power chair. I’m also going to decorate it with more sparkles than you have ever seen.

The images I included are not by me but I thought they were helpful.