#paraplegia

It wasn't really easy, mostly for you. You never even expected for Flins to stay that long — just few days out of pity of leaving that "disabled person" alone and looking like an ableist. But it was three years since you two started dating, and it looks like Flins won't be leaving anytime soon.

When you two first met, it was in a subway. Late at night, after you told your friend to drop you off nearby, that you'll be fine on your own. Well, getting on the subway wasn't as easy. The gap between and the height of the stair inside compared to the ground was big. So you just sat there in your wheelchair, day already ruined enough. Just then, someone stopped beside you and looked down. Flins. "Do you need any help getting inside?" After saying you're fine, since you don't want to be a burden, Flins shook his head. "You won't be trouble for me. But the train's leaving soon. So may I?" He asked once more and with a small, embarrassed sigh, you nodded.

After that, you two became friends, then started dating. And that brings us here — to some dumb middle schoolers who clearly didn't grow up, pushing your wheelchair over with you still on it. What teenager does that? Shouldn't they have some normal sense? Worse, all people just walked past, none helping. Flins was in the coffee shop, buying you drinks. He wouldn't— "[Name]! Are you okay?!" That same voice echoed in your head. Flins rushed over, putting the drinks down on the outside table and kneeling down to help you and your wheelchair back up. He immediately checked if you hit your head somehow and kept asking if anything hurt. It was really strange how calm and composed he normally was, and now panicked and guilty. "Who did it?"

You pointed at the middle schoolers walking away, still laughing like some dumb pigs. Flins took your drink and handed it to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll be right back," He caressed your face and walked to the kids. You couldn't hear them at all. But judging by the guilt ridden looks on their faces and them avoiding Flins' gaze, his words definitely took a toll on them. After solid five minutes of him talking, he shook his head in disappointment and walked away. The two boys scurried off like dogs with their tails tucked. When Flins returned, he took his drink and smiled. It was a smile he only had for you, he once told you. You called bullshit. He swore up and down.

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if you think autistic people shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think intellectually disabled people shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think developmentally disabled people shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think full time wheelchair users or paraplegic people shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think people with cerebral palsy or other neurological disabilities shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think profoundly deaf/blind people shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think people with amnesia or brain injuries shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

if you think people with did/osdd shouldn't have bodily autonomy, you are ableist.

I have a question since it came up recently in a discussion:

Here is an example of a few of their bras that is what they're most known for:

Recently, she was asked to make a chest binder for the same purpose. She's really excited to, but wants to know what people would want in this kind of binder. She is testing them with trans people, and has already come up with a simple design that will have similar if not the same closure as the bras.

Right now she just wants input from people that you can give on this survey. It took me about a minute or two to answer, and it asks about what kind of compression you want, fabric, why you would want to use it, (even if it's just because binders are difficult to put on and you're not disabled) and a section to add any additional thoughts or suggestions you have at the end.