quadriplegic

Don__ you think it__ actually harder for you . . . to adapt, I mean? Because you__e done all that stuff?___re you asking me if I wish I'd never done it?_____ just wondering if it would have been easier for you. If you__ led a smaller life. To live like this, I mean.___ will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, if you__e stuck in one of these, all you have are the places n your memory that you can go to._ He smiled. It was tight, as if it cost him. __o if you__e asking me would I rather be reminiscing about the view of the caste from the minimart, or that lovely row of shops down off the roundabout, then, no. My life was just fine, thanks.

Some disabled people spend a significant amount of their energy on trying to come across as abled or as not that disabled.

I turned in my seat. Will__ face was in shadow and I couldn__ quite make it out.__ust hold on. Just for a minute.___re you all right?_ I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.____ fine. I just . . . __ could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it.__ don__ want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about . . . _ He swallowed.Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful.__ just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.__ released the door handle.__ure.__ closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill.