“ Lying there in the dark with the uncanny taste of a peach from some phantom orchard fading in his mouth. He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory.” - Cormac McCarthy So if you’re born with a disability or a mobility/intellectual impairment of some sort, you actually don’t know what it’s really like to be able to walk, to be able to write, talk, hear, or see. So if you really think about it, in a strange way, it’s somewhat better that way because you don’t have the disheartening feeling of having lost something. Unfortunately, I do. When I was younger, I was everything a “normal” child was—running, jumping, dancing, playing. Now I’ve lost that. Now I’m in a wheelchair. Now I’m experiencing living/“inhabiting” in a new world. I’ve been living in this new world for so long now, that what used to be is like Cormac McCarthy’s “dying world” to me and what it used to be ...