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Do any disabled people with fine motor and hand problems have any suggestions for accessibility tools for sewing?
Feeling sad about normal test results.
They say: Itβs like you want to be sick.
Me: No I AM sick. I want to know why.Β Β

I salute our fallen legends π«‘
CRIPPLED KID
It's poetry,
The way I limp across
The kitchen floor
To take my hot bag
Out of the microwave
For the sixth time today.
It's poetry,
My crinkled sheet of paper
With the stretches on it
That I always forget to do.
The click and tap
Of my cane and
Those boots with the special insoles
Is music.
A metronome keeping time
Along with my probably too-fast heartbeat.
Every action paints a picture
Of just another crippled kid
Trying to be normal.
I decorate my cane with stickers
And on the bad days I wish it were a wheelchair.
I use empty bottles of painkillers
As decorations.
Scattered here and there,
Ibuprofen,
Acetaminophen,
Aspirin,
Naproxen.
Maybe my liver is shot.
Watching, checking
How I crack my knuckles.
How I walk.
How my posture is.
How my arms are positioned
While I knit and crochet.
I am my own surveillance state
Keeping everything in line.
It's miserable, all this.
Watching, checking,
Empty bottles for decoration.
It's now time to limp
Across the kitchen floor
For a seventh time
To heat up my hot bag
Again.
Again.
My tummy hurts and I donβt know how much longer I can be brave about it folks.
