Interesting article about life in a wheelchair
This is something I’ve been thinking about – how does people in wheelchair get around on this island? I’ve seen the parking spaces for people with disabled badge, but it must be a nightmare to shop. My little every-day-shop around corner has a narrow door where I don’t think a wheelchair could get in unless they open both doors (as they actually do in the summer). Just inside the door they have ice-cream, milk, water and vegetables. If you want to pay for your items or buy anything else you have to take 4 or 5 steps down to the rest of the shop.
This is something I’ve seen in a lot of places here in Malta and I hope they’ll do something about it.
Facing life in a wheelchair
On any given day, I can hop into my car, drive to work, find a parking space, alight and rush up the stairs to the street and then onto the office.
I had never noticed the scheme of events in detail; it’s usually just one rushed blur, which I loosely called a “commute”, until I tried to spend a workday in the life of a wheelchair-bound person – specifically, wheelchair-bound me.