Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf

Even as I sit here writing this, I can feel the muscles begin to knot up. The days where it’s cold out are the worst. As are the days where it’s really hot. There seems to be no escape from … Continue reading →

It’s funny, really. I was in university and I remember one of my roommates telling me that I must be so angry. That I must be so enraged at the world because of everything that had happened to me. He … Continue reading →

Growing up, I always knew I was different. Every year on my birthday, my mother would tell me the same story. “When you were born, the doctors told me that you would die.” She would say.  “They didn’t expect you … Continue reading →

I went grocery shopping today. There are days where walking is difficult. Where my feet turn in like pieegon claws, where I can stumble as I step. When I’m walking, I usually feel as if people are gawking at me, … Continue reading →

“Why did you do this?” my mother asked.  I had told her about this blog. She knows that I’ve never been a very open person where my disability is cocerned, that I suffer in silence more often than not. “I … Continue reading →

The man who joked about me being a cripple apologized today. I wasn’t expecting an apology, nor did I really care for one. But he felt compelled to give me one. “I’m really sorry about yesturday.” He said. “Forget about … Continue reading →