But if I start offering information about my disability, or ask them about dating paraplegic girls, they seem to get uncomfortable. I am having a very hard time of going from one end of the desirable scale to the other virtually overnight.My ego is shot to bits as I am constantly passed over.I always feel like my disability is just hanging out there.Like, I know men new to dating paraplegic girls, want to ask me about my disability. We made a meeting place and parted ways for the afternoon.I’ve become used to wearing pantyhose too which I never used to do.Without the pantyhose, the pads on the braces rub my legs too much.Getting around in my leg braces on crutches is slow and I’ve fallen many times.
Now most everyone has seen my legs of course, but I realized at that moment no one at work has ever seen my bare feet. Being in a wheelchair we are a bit more vulnerable.I was on the way to the file room when I took a corner too fast and actually ran into this very handsome man in a suit. Not so much because I ran into him, but when I did, my right foot actually came off the footrest, knocking my shoe off.Not having any feeling in my legs or feet I didn’t know my shoe was off until I noticed the man kept looking down. They like to see how a handicapped girl moves her legs with her hands getting out of a car, and things like that. After the man noticed my red face, he quickly looked away, fumbling around reaching for my shoe. He looked so cute now blushing just as much as I was.My right leg just stopped growing when I was about 13 and my left leg continued to grow until I was about 17.It’s really not that much difference, but to make up for it most of my shoes have a built-up sole on the right side, and are one size smaller since that foot is smaller.