This September marked my 39th year of living with a disability. My 39th year since I was injured in a car accident at age 19.
When I was discharged from rehab in 1980, I found myself sleeping in a hospital bed in my parents’ living room. My future seemed rather bleak. Eventually, they added a spare room to the house with an accessible bathroom and a wheelchair lift. That lift is now nearly 40 years old and still lives in New York.