Christmas is nearly here, and as I type this my Mum is wrapping presents in the other room. I am always a very difficult to by for, not because I am a girl, but because I am disabled.
It’s pointless buying me a Ice skates or a pogo stick. I can’t use them, I would just look at them and eventually harbour some very unhealthy hatred toward an inanimate object.
I have had Cerebral Palsy from birth and have been in a Wheelchair since the age of three this affliction didn’t materialize overnight, people are well aware of the face that my legs are not fit for purpose.
So it always makes me smile, when I receive a gift that’s wholly inappropriate, the items that when you consider my affliction, a chocolate tea pot would have been more use.
I don’t know who Jack is…. That present isn’t even for me!
5 GIFTS YOU SHOULD AVOID GIVING YOUR WHEELCHAIR USING FRIEND
(All based on personal experience)
- A Bicycle…
My legs are weedy, my balance is crap, I already have four wheels already. I don’t want or need anymore… I don’t care if it has stablelisers and a flag on the back
- Wellington boots…
Dear reader, I am very lucky see, because when we have showers which is quite often in these fair isle, I grant you, my feet sit neatly on two foot plates elevated above the ground. Your snoopy Wellington boots are lovely but please stop filling my wardrobe with things I cannot and will not wear.
3. Push along toys…
As a kid I was always given a toy by a relative who was suffering from pre Christmas stress and had forgotten to engage their brain when purchasing my gift, buying me a push along hoover that made a chugging noise as you chased it. It was one of the best things I had ever seen.
But I am unable to walk. And a parent would have too stand behind me having to gently kick my ankles to make my legs work. I’d give up and cry…
Why would you want to make me cry?
- A See Saw…
Alright so technically, I didn’t get this for Christmas (Who would by a see saw in winter) but it was one of my favourite toys… EVER.
I was an only child at the time, and my balance is, as I have said, only slightly better than a drunk. My Dad did not like this gift… he was on edge a lot, convinced I would fall off as he was in charge of powering it
- A Trampoline
You will have to bounce me as I lie on it, I know your game boys, your hoping to accidentally, fall on top of me aren’t you… you flirt….
They say it’s the thought that counts… What were you thinking!
