#SongoftheDay Fragile (Stevie Wonder and Sting)

When we were watching the Olympics, a commercial kept playing where a Paralympic athlete said something like: I'm disabled, but I'm not fragile.

Every time we saw that, I would say to my partner, "I'm disabled and I AM fragile."

For someone who always prided themself on being strong, it's been a huge shift. I can't do things I used to do, but I'm constantly forgetting how weak I am now. I try to do things, and I fail spectacularly. Which is often embarrassing, because I offer to help old ladies at the grocery store when I see them struggling to pick something up, and then I can't pick it up either. 

(Oh, I've got a good story about that, but I'll save it for another day.) 

Here's an example of how weak I am now: I had to ask my partner to refill my water bottle because I couldn't lift the Brita filter. This is pretty standard.

Before I became disabled, I wrote characters with physical disabilities as fierce. And in one way I'm glad I did. But that certainly isn't my experience of living with a disability. I am the opposite of fierce, especially because I experience cognitive impairments in addition to pain and weakness and my other physical symptoms. I stare a lot. I often cannot hold up my head. Sometimes I can't close my mouth, and I'm aware that I'm drooling, but I can't do anything about it, and then I start to cry. 

I am so far from fierce. I am fragile as fuck.

I have a friend and fellow writer who has a degenerative disease and is a lifelong wheelchair user. He was best known for his series of thrillers featuring a James Bond kind of hero. A mutual friend asked him why he didn't create a series featuring a kick-ass hero who is a wheelchair user. This is not a direct quote, but his response was something along the lines of: I can't translate my experience of disability into a kick-ass character I would believe.

My own experience of disability is so depressing it makes me cry. Often. And it's boring. And the experiences I've shared with you of being pushed around and insulted and not helped when I needed help really jab at my soul. 

I can't imagine being anyone's hero. 

But I'm glad there are (lots of) disabled people who are someone's hero. Because they are fierce. And not fragile.


If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library. 

Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely.

I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links.

I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list. 

Click here to sign up: http://eepurl.com/R4b11


See you soon!
Giselle


Popular posts from this blog

#SongoftheDay Riptide (Vance Joy)

#SongoftheDay The Middle (Jimmy Eat World)

Tina the Talking Tabby Jingle (from Arthur's Perfect Christmas)

#SongoftheDay Stranger in Paradise (Johnny Mathis)

#SongoftheDay Just a Gigolo (Village People)

#SongoftheDay Mozart's Requiem – Lacrimosa (Symphony Orchestra & Grand Choir of the Collegium Musicum Berlin)

#SongoftheDay The Old Prince Still Lives At Home (Shad)

#SongoftheDay Big Butter And Egg Man (Louis Armstrong, May Alix)

#SongoftheDay Don't Worry Baby (The Beach Boys)