::This is a guest post written by Rebekah Taussig. It’s so romantic and lovely! After you read it check out her blog and instagram @sitting_pretty::
After Micah’s accident a few months ago, he picked out a cane with blue flower print and a glow-in-the-dark handle. (Who knew Walgreens had it in ‘em?) When he was first linked to a mobility aid I felt self-conscious going out in public. I’m used to people staring at me (my wheelchair) in public. I’m growing to love my strange body, to be #seenwithoutshame. But doubling-up on the mobility aids? Pairing the paralyzed legs with the slow limp? Would all of that shame in difference, in inconveniencing, in deviating from the “ideal” tumble back on me? Would we feel like a spectacle? An unsightly pair of helpless wrecks?