I sit in front of you today, possibly in a wheelchair, possibly without. Her name is HotWheelz, like the cars you played with as a kid.
She is mine and only mine. No, you cannot push me. If I wanted help, I would ask. But the minute you grab the handles on my chair and start to push me, you are violating me.
My wheelchair is not a possession, it is a part of my body. You don’t grab someone’s shoulder unannounced, so why would you grab my chair?
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