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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Filled With Pride
I thought of my first physiotherapist today. When I was in elementary school, a woman would visit me once or twice a week to work through a series of exercises with me that were supposed to help strengthen my legs and … Continue reading
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Elastic Legs
I think my legs are made of elastics. Last night I stood at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth. My legs felt as if someone were pulling my muscles taunt, stretching them to their full length. I had to keep … Continue reading
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A Hurtful Lover
I feel like I am wearing someone elses feet. Today it has been a chore to walk, to take things one step at a time. I haven’t had a day like this in some time, where I have to remove … Continue reading
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Fingerpainting
Today I am not able to feel my fingers. My shoulders have been spasming all day and I can feel the muscles forming themselves into something resembling a sailors knot or a slip knot that will come undone when it … Continue reading
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Bravery Most Humble
One of my friends told me that I was very brave to write about what I was going through. I don’t think there’s anything brave about it, really. I just believe that it’s theraputic, that it’s a release. That maybe … Continue reading
Elephant Walking
I think that my Cerebral Palsy affects my self esteem. Certainly, when I look in the mirror, I don’t see the person everyoen else sees. My husband tells me I’m attractive and that’s all fine and dandy. But I wonder … Continue reading
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Marathon Running
I dreamt I was whole again last night. I was able to walk without pain and without losing my balance. The dream was so real that it seemed like real life. I remember that, in the dream, I ran a … Continue reading
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A Moment of Quiet
Last night, I was able to get comfortable for the first time in a long time. I had ten blissful moments of ease. I was stretched out, reading a good book, and my muscles weren’t talking to me, they weren’t … Continue reading
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Hidden Diamonds
Sitting here typing this, I can feel my joints crying out at me in protest for doing something as normal as sitting. Spasms are running down my legs and my buttocks, my lower back. I remember to count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. It … Continue reading
Tightrope Pride
I woke up this morning unable to feel my legs. I knew they were there, that they were still attached to my body. But I could not feel them. It felt as if I were having phantom pains, of legs … Continue reading
Two Steps at a Time 