It is more appropriate to use wheelchair user instead of wheelchair bound and non-disabled people/persons instead of able bodied.
We use the wheelchair for mobility. We are not bound to it. We also use the regular chairs, toilet, car seat and bed. Why are we not described as bound to these as well?
In using the term wheelchair bound, one sees the equipment more than the person. It is better to focus on the person and use wheelchair user.
People are hindered from full and effective participation in society by attitudinal and environmental barriers. Given equal opportunities, everyone can enjoy full participation in all aspects of life.
We are disabled by those factors rather than our impairments. Therefore, when making a comparison with people who do not have impairments in this context, it is better to use non-disabled people/persons.
A toast to great accomplishments
December 27, 2015, Sunday Peter Tan, firstname.lastname@example.org
AS 2015 draws to a close, my heart is filled with tinges of nostalgia and a bundle of trepidation. It has been a year of more ups than downs, and I am thankful for small mercies that made those unpleasant times bearable. The remaining few days of the year will be cherished even more as I’ll soon be leaving the safety and comfort of the forties and tread into the unknown fifties.
I had a good look at myself in the mirror yesterday. The wisps of white hair on the front and both sides of my head have turned into large swaths of straggly grey. Wrinkles appeared to have burrowed deeper since that last time. My age is definitely showing – there is no escaping.
Life as a pentagenerian is going to be full of challenges. It will be as exciting as it is scary. Reaching my fiftieth year seemed so far away just a while ago. Now that it is incontrovertibly upon me, I have to admit I am feeling a little panicky.
What will it bring? How do I act that age? Is there a dummy’s guide to teach me how to go about it? So many questions begging answers.
Other than my existing health issues, I read that men 50 and above are recommended to undergo digital rectal examination as part of the annual physical check-up. This examination is to screen for prostate cancer. The procedure calls for the doctor to insert a gloved and lubricated finger into the rectum to feel around for abnormalities.
This is not the kind of milestone party I am looking forward to but one that has to be done regardless. Prostate problems are common after the age of 50 and are no laughing matter. I have witnessed the pain and suffering an uncle had to endure in the advanced stages of his prostate cancer. Therefore, this is an issue I am not going to take lightly. Like it or not, I’ll have it probed as recommended.
Going into 2016, I am not only celebrating the end of a wonderful year but also the wrapping up of a productive decade. I grew up tremendously in the last 10 years, more than all the 40 years before that. It all began when I got involved in disability rights advocacy. I lived outside my comfort one, learned new skills, travelled to faraway lands, got married and built a career.
It is a wonder so much can change in one decade. This is all thanks to friends who believed in me, supported me and provided ample opportunities for me to become the person I am today. My success wouldn’t be possible without them.
Going into the New Year and a new phase in life, I feel it is time for me to consolidate all the knowledge on disability rights advocacy I have gained and pass it on to the younger generation so that they can continue pushing for a more inclusive society. I was mentored into this role and responsibility 10 years ago and it is only right for me to support those who want to carry the baton.
I am not retiring just yet. I will still be involved in training and playing supporting roles. The activist blood in me still runs strong. As long as there are barriers, I will be there to push for their removal. Seeing how slow the progress is in making society barrier-free, I will still be doing this until the day I breathe my last, just like the leaders before me.
I have never had a bucket list. Today is as good as any time for me to draw up one for myself before I kick the bucket. At one time, I was tinkering with the idea of doing tandem skydiving and bungee jumping. The adrenaline rush would have been exhilarating. I now prefer something less strenuous not because I have become less adventurous, but because my body can no longer take the rigours demanded of these activities.
I am going hit the ground running in 2016. My appointment calendar for training next year is quickly filling up. It looks like it is going to be a very busy year ahead, with a lot of travelling involved. The irony is that the older I get, the busier I become when it should be the other way around.
I am not complaining. This is what I have committed to do this as long as I am able. All I need is strength to carry me through for my spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
All in all, life has been wonderful. I am blessed in so many ways. Workwise and personal-wise, I am as contented as I can be. I love what I do and do what I love.
What more can I ask for?
Here’s a toast to a great year and an even greater decade. May the next be as fruitful and productive.
All I want for Christmas
December 19, 2015, Saturday Peter Tan, email@example.com
IN my mind, Christmas had always been a time of feasting and carols, and of course the Christmas tree gaily adorned with shiny baubles, colourful ribbons and sparkly fairy lights. Needless to say, this was my favourite time of the year, other than Chinese New Year, for the abundance of delicious food and merriment.
My father was a Buddhist but he never stopped me from joining in the festivities celebrated on my mother’s side of the family, most of whom are cradle Catholics. The faith has been practised in her family since the time of my great-grandfather. He arrived at the island of Penang in the mid-19th century as a coolie and was later proselytised by Catholic priests.
The spread for the Christmas party was the same every year, which was home-cooked food comprising curry chicken, fried noodles, prawn fritters and ‘loh bak’. Simple they might be but I enjoyed them nonetheless. Those were fun times especially when the church carollers came to the house. I’d sing along and join in the merriment. Christmas days then were mostly spent celebrating with family and friends at home.
Exchanging presents was not a tradition in the family. For the life of me, I can’t remember ever making a wish or receiving a gift during such occasions. Still, that didn’t make me feel deprived. I was contented to just soak in the cheerful atmosphere and be amongst relatives I seldom got to meet at other times.
Yes, I was that easily entertained as a kid.
Nowadays, long before Advent – the four Sundays leading up to Christmas – the malls are already decked in holiday trappings. All the major malls I have been to recently are filled with whimsical decors and Christmas trees of all shapes and sizes to evoke that festive ambience.
Carols are being incessantly played over the PA system. Signs are everywhere to remind shoppers again and again that this is the time for giving and gift-buying. It is hard not to be drawn into a jolly disposition by such concerted campaigns.
I don’t mind all that though – it brings back memories of those wonderful Christmases of my childhood years.
All that has infected me with the festive bug. To say that I am excited is an understatement. I have inadvertently caught myself humming ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas’ while going about my daily chores. Since I am in the mood and I have never really made a wish for Christmas, I spent some time thinking about what I wanted.
In many ways, I am lucky to be blessed with all I need for a comfortable life. Despite that, I truly wish for a respite from the lethargy that has been plaguing me and gotten progressively worse over time. Tasks I could previously perform with ease are becoming strenuous. I need long breaks in between to recover.
I find that I am becoming more and more dependent on my wife for many of my daily activities now. This is a great inconvenience as I am home alone on weekdays while she goes to work. Many times, I have to wait for her to get back to help me.
This deterioration is not unexpected. My physical impairments have made me work my body harder than I should. The strain has aged it beyond its years. It doesn’t help that I have advanced kidney disease and mild anaemia caused by thalassemia. The convergence of these factors makes it a triple jeopardy for me.
This is also the reason why I took up the challenge to help establish ‘Independent Living Centres’ in the country. I foresee that I would need the support services provided by such centres. As I grow older, my wife too will grow older. She may not be able to help me with the heavier tasks that she is handling now.
Don’t be mistaken. I am not sad over this. I have accepted that at some point in time, I will have to depend on the assistance of others for many of the tasks I am capable of now. This is a matter of time. It is just that the decline has manifested much earlier than I had anticipated and I am not fully prepared for it yet.
It will be nice to feel energetic and raring to go for once, particularly during this festive season. It has been so long since I felt fit that I can’t remember what it is like anymore. Friends used to tell me I look cool and composed all the time. The reality is that those were the times I felt drained and sitting still was all I could do short of lying down to rest my weary body.
This is all I want for Christmas. It will be a lovely present indeed. For a day or two, I don’t have to depend too much on my wife.
At the same time, she can just laze around without me interrupting her every now and then. What a merry Christmas it will be for the both of us.