Dear readers, due to complications with my website address I’m on the hunt for a new name for girlonwheeels. I’d love any suggestions you might have because I’m stumped, please comment below. Continue reading New Title
1. Is she a spastic”. An elderly lady stopped my carer and I while we were out shopping one day to ask this question directed at my carer. My carer was horrified and didn’t know what to say. I thought about hamming it up, dribbling on myself and exaggerating my slurring saying “yes, yes I am” but that would have been mean more than funny. Dear readers, please know using words like spastic and retarded to describe someone not stereotypical is really out of date and actually offensive. If you also want to ask a question about me, just ask … Continue reading Three Absurd Things You Should Never Say
Dear readers, Let me tell you two things about waiting for public disabled toilets that really get my goat, especially when I’m almost wetting or pooping my paints. To be honest, there’s a lot more than two shitty things about disabled toilets but I cannot be bothered with typing all these down. So, here we are; the two most annoying situations that I commonly encounter. 1. Young teens thinking it’s cool to have sex in the disabled toilets and casually walking out half a hour later. Seriously, did you really have to do it right there and then? If you … Continue reading What’s So Appealing About Disabled Toilets?
Dear Readers, I received this email last week from my new mobile phone company, I found it so amusingly cringeworthy and actually felt for the poor guy who was trying to be nice. Dear readers, please understand that I’m writing this post to create awareness of a couple of things. Firstly, please don’t tell me you’re very sorry to hear that I have cerebral palsy, I’m a happy and healthy 23 year old living my best life. It implies there’s something wrong with me that needs fixing and I honestly wouldn’t change anything. This is me, my life and cerebral … Continue reading What Recovery?
My mother just pointed out I haven’t been as secretive as I thought or would’ve liked in keeping my identity unknown so I thought I might as well reveal myself to any followers that aren’t currently my Facebook friends and let you all know from now on I’ll be using my birth name. My name is Alexandra Reimers and I live in a small rural town called Bendigo. P.S. thanks Mum xx Continue reading Girlonwheels Mediocre Reveal
Dear readers, I am documenting perhaps my last ever beloved frappe from McDonalds lovingly slurped on Saturday. Well, not counting any emotional crisis and my birthday. But, yes apart from that my last ever frappe. This is one of the hardest things I’ve had to promise myself and it’s a decision that I don’t take lightly because let’s be honest I absolutely love a Maccas frappe and I’d probably live on them if I could. They’re my drug of choice. Mmm that icy sweet deliciousness with whipped cream on top is so good. Okay, back on track now. The reason … Continue reading Being disabled and having the runs.
Recently, I’ve had a friend lash out at me in various ways because she doesn’t feel beautiful in her own skin. While this has been upsetting, I’m mostly saddened by the fact she thinks she needs to change to be beautiful and my friend is certainly not alone. I also constantly battle my own insecurities and I do my best to overcome these. However, I believe insecurities exist due to society’s expectations and judgements. My question is why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to be different when we’re beautiful in our own unique way? Dear readers, I … Continue reading Different is Beautiful
Two weeks ago I got my first tattoo, I am so excited to get it done that the only thing I’m slightly nervous about is the possibility of not being able to find the shop and missing the appointment altogether. Indeed my carer and I were lost for a little while but we managed to find the place on time. Upon arrival, we discover there is a small step into the tattoo parlor even though I specifically asked for wheelchair access. Apparently the tattoo artist doesn’t realise “accessible” means no steps at all, whatsoever. Luckily I always carry a portable … Continue reading Inked
For privacy reasons, certain details of this story will be obscured. Let me take you back to 2017. I was having lunch at a favourite local cafe with one of my carers called Polly and a lady walking past stopped after hearing Polly say my name and asked, ‘are you Billy? ‘Yes’ Polly replied. She continued to tell me about her grandson Billy and how intelligent he is, describing the medals that he had won. She then said bye and walked away. Carrying on with lunch, the lady returned a few minutes later. ‘Billy, I heard you calling me.’ Looking … Continue reading Conversation with a psychic