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My Cane Came Today! (Storytelling Sunday)

Mel holding up a white cane to a mirror and taking a selfie.
Mel taking a selfie holding a cane up to a public bathroom mirror.
Mel’s cane as seen from above hir walker, sliding along the floor.
Mel’s cane as seen from above hir walker, slightly different position, sliding along the floor.
Mel’s cane as seen from above hir walker, slightly different position, feeling along the floor.

Hopefully the captions on those photos will do the trick. This is just some pictures of me with the white cane that came today.

I’m already discovering that it helps me use my vision in ways I couldn’t have imagined: When I’m feeling ahead for obstacles, that means I can look around me. Normally looking around me is a big source of falls. If this continues, this is huge. But I knew it was the right idea… I’m actually probably a little unbearable to people around me with the level of excitement at being able to get around better, now that I’m not scared of this. It feels like one more way of being me again, and not someone everyone else wants to make me into. If this is how I function best, I’m not going to knock it and I’m not going to run from it anymore.

Storyteling Sunday, written on red text, on a striped yellow/green/black/white/cyan background.
Storytelling Sunday.

Author:

Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods, which tell me who I am and where I belong in the world. I relate to objects as if they are alive, but as things with identities and properties all of their own, not as something human-like. Culturally I'm from a California Okie background. Crochet or otherwise create constantly, write poetry and paint when I can. Proud member of the developmental disability self-advocacy movement. I care a lot more about being a human being than I care about what categories I fit into.

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