Saturday, September 17, 2016

So Facebook killed my account again...

Well it happened again - for the third time, Facebook has killed my account due to some sort of 'violations' - in reality I'm sure there was just a new wave of complaints against me by people who disagree with my lifestyle choices...  Sometimes that's the Lesbian thing, but most often it's the wheelchair / BIID thing that rubs people the wrong way.  I tried to be extra careful this time and only connect with like-minded people, but obviously I popped up on some Social Justice Warrior's radar somehow. 
I'm not going to go through the hassle of creating a new email and new account and all that, I'm tired of it and I'm a little tired of Facebook drama, even though I've made some great friends there and had some great fun, I think it's just not worth it any more...

So I'll keep posting here when I have something new, and I'll keep using my DeviantArt account too, but that's about it for now.  If folks want to get in touch with me just ping me here or paracathy at Hotmail

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Hey boys - here's something new just for you!! Sexy sexy para fun!

So one of the sexiest studios I've worked with for erotic devotee videos has just released something new, and I think I suspect it's something many of my male devotee followers would be VERY interested in!  It's the lovely Brittany, paralyzed from her belly button down, just returned home from a doctor's office visit, explaining all about her paralyzed legs, then undressing, showing off her bulky diaper, and then giving the viewer slow and sensual Jerk Off Instruction...  I don't have a cock, and even I was turned on, so I think this one is really good, and only $10!!! 

I really hope lots of people order this and encourage her to do more sexy devotee related videos.  She's really sexy, isn't she?? 

Get the new video here:

Let me know if you get it and how you like it!!  I'd love to hear from you! 

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Angela and Juliet Vignettes - New Hobbies

Author’s Note:  So this one went a little sideways, but not in a bad way, I think.  So Heather (my wife) has enjoyed reading this series with Juliet and Angela, and after ‘Spa Day’ wondered what happened next.  I admitted that, as it was just a small scene, I hadn’t really planned out anything specific, so we started talking about it.  My first thought was the mouth painting, but Heather brought up Melissa, the caregiver, and what made Angela think to call her - what made her so good with Juliet.  She was the one who thought Melissa might be a devotee, but I didn’t want to go the obvious route… we ‘tossed around a few ideas’ in the living room (that ended up with Heather naked and me wearing five pairs of socks on my feet - she did tell me I could post that) and Melissa’s unusual but somehow strangely sexy fetish was born…      

Angela and Juliet Vignettes - New Hobbies
By ParaCathy


“You do not have to fuss over me!” Juliet said, sitting in her power wheelchair as her wife brushed her hair.

“I don't want Melissa thinking I'm not taking proper care of you.” Angela said, now fussing with Juliet's dress.

“You take amazing care of me and, for the record, you voluntarily paralyzed yourself to help me.” Juliet smiled.

“We can't exactly tell her that.” Angela said, finally giving up on her fussing.  At that moment the doorbell rang.  “Oh god she's early.” Angela fretted.

“Do you need me to answer the door?” Juliet said, putting her chair control tube between her lips.  

“I'll get it, I'll get it.” Angela said, hurrying to the door and hitting the button that swung them open automatically.  

Melissa, a cute, perky rehab nurse and personal attendant the pair had met at the Baxter Center, walked into the house beaming.  

“It's so great to see you both.” She smiled. “I was so excited to get your call. And for a week - this will be great! Just like old times, right Juliet?”

“A week?” Juliet smiled at Angela.  

“I've got a lot to take care of…” Angela said awkwardly.  “Meetings out of the house, things like that.  You know.  I'll get home as early as I can every day though.”

“You will do no such thing.” Scolded Juliet.  “I am adapting well to my situation and I'm in excellent hands, so don't you rush home on my account.”

“And you're paying me the full day rate whether you're here or not, so you might as well get your money's worth.” Melissa said, standing next to Juliet.  

“Well I guess it's two against one then.” Angela said with a grin.  “I'll leave you two alone…  I've got my cell, so if you need-”

“Just go, wife.” Juliet smiled, rolling her eyes, and Angela grabbed her keys and purse and headed out.  

Once Juliet heard the telltale sound of the car driving away she turned to Melissa and smiled.  

“Still into the feet thing?” She asked with a wink.  Melissa blushed.  “Yeah you are. Top rightmost drawer of the long dresser.”

“And you're ok…” Melissa hesitated.

“I've actually been looking forward to it.” Juliet nodded.  

“I brought something for you, too.” Melissa said as she headed to the bedroom. Juliet took her sip and puff tube between her lips and wheeled to the living room, positioning her wheelchair facing the couch.  

Melissa returned a minute later with a number of rolled pairs of socks.  She sat in front of Juliet's wheelchair and gently, almost reverently raised her paralyzed legs, laying Juliet's feet in her lap.

“You're really fine with-?” Melissa questioned, looking at Juliet.  

“Of course I am. I've been intrigued since we did this in rehab, and on the plus side - nobody will walk in on us here.”

“But you're married now…” Melissa hesitated.

“And I'm not going to be fooling around with you - I wouldn't do that to Angela.  If, however, in the course of your duties as my caregiver you happen to… Become aroused.  Well I can't help that, I'm just a helpless quadriplegic girl.” Juliet smiled and winked.  

Melissa breathed deeply and then carefully, slowly, even sensually started slipping a thick white sock onto Juliet's paralyzed foot while Juliet watched.  Melissa caressed the sock onto the foot, then did the same for the other leg, slipping the sock onto Juliet's paralyzed foot, her cheeks getting more flushed the whole time.  She rubbed and caressed Juliet's feet lovingly, then began putting on a second pair of socks over the paralyzed feet.

By the third pair of thick socks, Juliet's feet were looking less and less recognizable and Melissa was breathing heavy and squirming in her seat.  

“Would you like to get undressed?” Juliet asked seductively.  Melissa didn't even ask if Juliet was serious, she just replaced Juliet's now puffy feet into her footrests and slipped her dress, bra, and panties off.  “Very nice.” Juliet said approvingly.

Melissa lifted Juliet's limp legs again and placed her feet between her own now naked thighs.  A fourth  pair of socks went on and as she gently smoothed them onto Juliet's feet, Melissa moaned.  

“Have you ever done this naked?” Juliet asked, watching intently, paralyzed hands in her lap.  Melissa could only shake her head.  “And have you ever… You know? ‘Finished’?” She asked.  Again Melissa shook her head.  “Well I want you to. I'd very much like to see that.” Juliet said, feeling quite excited herself.

Melissa placed Juliet's right foot directly between her legs, touching her sex, as she started slipping the fifth sock onto Juliet's unfeeling left foot. She held and caressed the chubby misshapen foot and Juliet could see she was rocking back and forth so Juliet's useless right foot would press against her very excited sex.  

Melissa lowered Juliet's left foot to replace the right, and then started putting the fifth sock onto Juliet's right foot.  Juliet took her mouth control between her lips and gave it the slightest puff, moving her chair forward three to four inches - and pressing her sock-covered crippled left foot firmly onto Melissa's pussy.  Melissa came with a shriek, back arching as she pressed the sock covered foot against her even more, enjoying several more rocking orgasms.  

“That was hot.” Juliet said after Melissa finished and regained a bit of composure.  

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Melissa admitted, running her fingers through her hair, a little shudder of orgasmic aftershock going through her as one of Juliet’s feet, still laying limp on the couch between her legs, gently brushed her inner thigh as she shifted.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Juliet smiled broadly.  “I did too.”  

“Good, because I do not want to get fired.” Melissa said as she lowered Juliet’s legs to her footrests.  “Do you want me to take the socks off?”

“No, if you like them you can leave them on.” Juliet said.  “It makes me feel sexy when you look at me - well, you look at my feet - like that.”   

“Does….” Melissa started, then stopped quickly.  

“What?” Juliet said, looking at her.  

“Does Angela… still look at you that way?” Melissa asked.  

Juliet giggled, a delightful sound that actually made Melissa smile warmly.  

“Oh you have no idea, Melissa…   I might be paralyzed from my neck down, but that is not a problem for us.”

“I am  glad to hear it.  That’s a big problem for a lot of couples post-injury.” Melissa said, finishing getting dressed.  “And I will leave the socks on.  Your feet are so adorable in them….”  

“Will you add another pair?” Juliet asked suddenly.  

“Another?” Melissa asked, surprised.  

“There should be a pink pair in that drawer.  I want pink socks on my pretty paralyzed feet.”

“As you wish, Mrs. Snow.” Melissa smiled, heading to the bedroom and returning with a pair of soft pink socks.   “These are nice.” she sighed.  

“My favorite pair.” Juliet said.  “Please put them on for me.”

“Of course.” Melissa said, sitting in front of Juliet’s wheelchair.  

“Will you need to…?” Juliet said with a sly grin.  

“I might not have a choice at this point…” Melissa admitted as she tenderly lifted Juliet's’ limp feet.  She slipped the pink socks on slowly and pressed them against her cotton panties, moaning.   She rocked her hips gently and then her back arched and she inhaled sharply with another orgasm, then another.   “Mmm.” was all she said as she lowered Juliet’s sock-puffy feet back into her powerchair footrests.   

“That was sexy.” Juliet said, putting her mouth control between her lips and backing up a few feet.  

“Yes, very…” said Melissa, still flushed.  

“You said you had something for me?” Juliet asked, curious.  “What would that be?  Not tap shoes I hope - I already have several pairs.”   

Melissa giggled.  “I’ve never met anyone as comfortable with her disability as you are.  Especially at your level.”

“I have my good days and bad days.” Juliet responded honestly.  

“So your surprise - I need to get it out of the car, and is there a place we can set up that’s out of the way?”  

“Third bedroom.” Juliet said.  “On the left, down the hallway off the kitchen.  We haven’t figured out what to do with it yet, it’s mostly empty.”

“OK, I’ll go get the stuff - it might take a few trips.  Can you wait for me in that room?” Melissa said, finally putting her shoes back on.  

“Sure, I’ll meet you there.” Juliet replied, taking her sip and puff control between her lips and driving through the kitchen, down the hall, and to the third bedroom.  Which was closed.   Angela must have closed it when she closed the door to the second bedroom, where they were currently storing their manual wheelchairs.  Juliet once again realized the severe limitations she had to deal with as a quadriplegic.  It excited her - a little - but it also annoyed her as well.  Would she even want to stay this way for the week Angela had hired Melissa for?  When she first heard that Angela hired a caregiver for a week she was ecstatic, but now, after less than 24 hours… she wasn’t so sure.

Melissa returned a few minutes later with…

“Is that an easel?” Juliet asked, both curious and amazed.  

“It is, yes!” Melissa said excitedly.  “Here, let me get that…” she said, turning the doorknob and opening the door to the room - such a simple exercise that Juliet could not even manage in her current condition.  She wheeled into the sunlit room, starting to feel down, and Melissa set up the easel.  

“We need a few more things.” Melissa said.  

“Like working hands?” Juliet murmured, but Melissa stopped her.  

“Hey - none of that.  Don’t you trust me?” she said, holding Juliet’s hand.  

“Yeah, sorry... “ Juliet said.  “I trust you.  It’s just… the door….” .

“It’s the little things, isn’t it?” Melissa said, and Juliet nodded.  “I’ll be right back.  You’ll like this, I promise.”

Melissa returned shortly afterwards with a large carry case.  She began opening it and there were, as Juliet expected, painting supplies.  What she was not expecting, however, were the unusual brushes.  

“These are mouth brushes - specially designed to be held comfortably in your mouth.”  she said, showing Juliet a selection of the uniquely designed brushes.  “Once we get you set up, you should be able to paint quite easily.”  

“With my mouth?” Juliet said, skeptical.  

“Yes, with your mouth.  You’ll see.”

Melissa finished setting up - the brushes were attached to the edge of the easel within easy reach, and there were small dimples of oil paints in a special stand.  Juliet took a brush in her mouth - it was actually quite comfortable - and helped Melissa position everything properly within her reach.  Finally, Melissa put a long painter's’ cape over Juliet and her wheelchair, to keep her safe from paint drops.  

“Now what?” Juliet asked, looking up at Melissa.

“Well… paint something.” Melissa said.  “Paint what you’re feeling.”

“Paint what I’m feeling…” Juliet said quietly, then reached out and took a brush in her mouth.  She initially moved the bush towards the black paint, thinking of the situation that put her in a wheelchair, the limitations, even as a paraplegic, that she would have to live with for the rest of her life, but then she hesitated.  She thought of Anglea, who not only stayed with her after she became a quadriplegic, not only married her when things seemed to be at their darkest,  but against all odds, when faced with an impossible choice, voluntarily and happily chose to live HER life as a paraplegic, to give Juliet more freedom.  Juliet found that she was crying, tears of joy, and she dipped her brush into the pink paint and began moving her head, painting the wide white canvas before her.  

Quadriplegic Painter Mariam Pare

The brush strokes were short and hesitant at first, tentative experiments with color and shape and feeling, but as Juliet began to feel more confident, so did her brush.  She first explored the limits of what she could do with her mouth, and then instead of accepting them, she built upon those limitations with color and shape and style.  

Juliet had no idea how long she painted, but the emotions just seemed to flow out of her, through the brushes she held between her teeth, through the paints spread out before her, onto the canvas.  Melissa helped her refill paints or clean brushes, but she remained silent, offering no commentary or encouragement, so intense was Juliet’s fixation with her task.  

After what must have been hours, Juliet put down her brush and breathed deep.  

“Wow.” was all Melissa could say.  

“Really?” Juliet asked, her cheeks tearstained and slightly blotched with paint.  

“Really.” Melissa said.  “It’s beautiful.  It’s really powerful.”

“Thank you for helping me with this.” Juliet said, looking at her work.  “I can do better.” she said with a smile.  

“Well then, we’ll work on it more tomorrow.  For today,let’s get you fed and cleaned up ad ready for your wife to get home.”

“I can’t wait to show her.” Juliet beamed as Melissa removed her cape and put the pains away.  

“Give me a few minutes to clean these brushes and I’ll get you fed.” Melissa said, and Juliet wheeled out of what she now thought was her ‘painter's studio’ and headed to the kitchen.  

“Are you ok Juliet?” Melissa asked, feeding her a bite of chicken.  

“Yeah, I’m fine…” she said. “Just daydreaming I guess.”


“About watching you put all those socks on my feet.” Juliet said with a wink.  

“Seriously.” Melissa said, blushing.  

“About painting.  I just feel like it’s one of the first things I could do on my own - well, mostly on my own - since the accident.”  which, she thought quietly, wasn’t a complete lie.  It was the first thing she could do on her own as a quadriplegic… she didn’t have to mention that since she was married she spent most of her time as a paraplegic who could do most things for herself

“A lot of people feel that way after an accident like yours, Juliet - though I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen too many people take to it like you did.”  

“Thanks - that means a lot.”  Juliet said.  “It was hard at first but it just felt…  right.  I connected with it.”  

“I could tell.  Well, let’s get you cleaned up for Angela.”  Melissa washed Juliet’s face and brushed her hair, then slowly took all the extra socks off her feet, leaving just Juliet’s white compression stockings.      

“You ok?” Juliet teased, seeing Melissa’s flushed cheeks.

“Fine, yeah… but I really can’t wait to do that again…  as long as it’s, you know… OK?”

“I look forward to it.  It really was quite nice for me as well.” Juliet smiled mischievously  “And you can do whatever you want with my feet, Melissa.  I’m not using them anymore...”

Angela returned home to Melissa cooking dinner and chatting with Juliet.

“Did everyone have a good day?” she asked, coming in and kissing her wife warmly.  

Melissa and Juliet just nodded and giggled.  

“That wife of yours, Angela…” Melissa said with a smile.  “I’ll see you both tomorrow morning.”

Later that evening, Angela was lowering Juliet onto the bed using the Hoyer Lift, stroking her hair.  

“So, did she do the feet thing, love?” Angela asked.  

“Oh yeah.” Juliet smiled.  “It was actually kind of hot, truth be told.” Juliet replied with a smile.  

“As hot as me?” Angela asked, kissing her passionately.  

“Never, my love.” Juliet said, kissing her back.  “But my feet did love all that attention….”

“Oh really?” said Angela.  “Well then let’s see what your wife can do about that.” as she undressed and climbed into bed, lifting her wife’s soft, paralyzed feet and dragging them sensually up her body…   

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Angela and Juliet Vignettes - Spa Day

Author’s Notes:  While writing the original story ‘The Wedding Vow’ I started on a scene where one of the women essentially ‘tricks’ the other into becoming full quad again so that she would no longer be handicapped - she had gotten sick of the wheelchair, etc…   When I was writing it, however, it just didn’t work right; these partners would never do this to one another, and the whole point of the story and the magic rings was about true love and sacrifice, so I scrapped that.  However, afterwards I came up with a different thought - what if one of the pair actually WANTED to become quadriplegic again, at least temporarily.  I think about this sometimes - as a full quad life must be very difficult, BUT you would have people doing everything for you, you could just sit in your wheelchair and not worry about anything - no work, no errands to the mall, no doing laundry or filling the dishwasher (one of my daily jobs around the house, even in my wheelchair).  So I started having this idea that Angela would be the athletic, active one - she’s going to be the one who buys a handcycle or a racing wheelchair,  she’ll be the one doing adaptive yoga.  Juliet would have a somewhat different way of dealing with stress and anxiety, and that’s where the idea for this vignette came from.

Angela and Juliet Vignettes - Spa Day
By ParaCathy

Juliet wheeled into the study, a nervous look on her face. “We need to talk.” She said to her wife Angela, on a floor mat doing adaptive yoga, her wheelchair nearby.  

“About what love?” Angela said, dragging herself across the mat and working her way into her wheelchair.

“It's about… This.” Juliet said, and both women knew she was talking about their ‘situation’, their paralysis.  “I think I need a change.”

Angela sighed. “I've been thinking the same thing. I mean, life is good, I'm getting pretty good with my wheelchair, building solid upper body strength, but yeah….  Just to go for a jog, or a quick bike ride…  I dream about riding my bike through the canyon.”

“You do?” Juliet asked…  “But-”’

“I know - but how do we choose who gets ‘the legs’?” Angela smirked.  I'll volunteer to - “

“No, I don't think you get it.” Juliet interrupted her wife.  “I want to… I want to go back to completely paralyzed.” She said quietly.

“You do?” Angela said, stunned.  “But why?”

Juliet frowned.  “I'm not unhappy - I'm really not.  Even as a paraplegic my life with you is so perfect.  It's just - I've been feeling a lot of stress, a lot of anxiety, and I just want to…”

“Let someone else take care of you for a while?” Angela completed.  

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The Wedding Vow - Hetero Version

The Wedding Vow (Hetero Version)

By ParaCathy

It was eleven days before the wedding when Anthony got the call at work.  There had been an accident, the voice said, and he needed to get to the hospital right away.  There were no details, just that calm, detached voice saying that Juliet had been in an accident and that Anthony needed to get to the emergency room right away, and that was what bothered him the most.  The dread continued to build as Anthony rushed across town to the hospital and every nightmare scenario pushing it’s way into his mind was worse than the last.  He was in tears by the time he rushed his way to the nurses’ station, asking for his finace.  

“I got a call, Juliet Harris has been in an accident.” he panted, eyes pleading with the nurse behind the desk.  

“Are you family?” the nurse asked, clicking the mouse and staring at the computer screen.  

“I’m her finace and should be listed as her next of kin. Anthony Snow.” Anthony said.  His first nightmare was that he wouldn’t be considered ‘family’ enough to get information on his fiance.  All his muscles were tense as he watched the nurse tapping on the keyboard.  

“Ok, here you are - I’ll call Doctor Webber to come talk to you.” The nurse said.  Was that sadness in the look she gave Anthony, or was that just his imagination?   

“Can’t you just tell me what - “ Anthony started to say, but at the moment a middle aged doctor in a gleaming white labcoat came through the double doors.

“Mister Snow?” he said, walking over to Anthony.  He nodded.  “Please come with me and we can talk.”

“When can I see Juliet?” Anthony stammered, looking around the waiting area as if she would suddenly appear.  

“She is sedated right now.” the doctor replied.  “I will take you to her, but first we need to talk.”

Anthony followed Doctor Webber in a daze, the details of the hospital, the beeping sounds and rushing nurses and fluorescent lights all blending together into a kaleidoscope of fear.  Finally, Doctor Webber led Anthony into a quiet side office and offered him a seat and a glass of water.  Anthony’s hands were shaking.  

“Anthony, Juliet was was in an accident, her car was hit by a delivery truck who had run the light at an intersection.  We have her stabilized, but…  there’s no easy way to say this, Anthony.  Juliet has sustained a serious spinal cord injury at the C5 vertebrae - she has a broken neck.”  

“A broken neck - that’s... “ Anthony’s heart was racing.  His brain knew what that meant but his heart wasn’t ready to admit it.  “That’s paralysis, right?” he looked at Doctor Webber, eyes welling with tears.  

The Wedding Vow - Lesbian Version

The Wedding Vow (Lesbian Version)

By ParaCathy

It was eleven days before the wedding when Angela got the call at work.  There had been an accident, the voice said, and she needed to get to the hospital right away.  There were no details, just that calm, detached voice saying that Juliet had been in an accident and that Angela needed to get to the emergency room right away, and that was what bothered her the most.  The dread continued to build as Angela rushed across town to the hospital and every nightmare scenario pushing it’s way into her mind was worse than the last.  She was in tears by the time she rushed her way to the nurses’ station, asking for her finace.  

“I got a call, Juliet Harris has been in an accident.” she panted, eyes pleading with the nurse behind the desk.  

“Are you family?” the nurse asked, clicking the mouse and staring at the computer screen.  

“I’m her finace and should be listed as her next of kin. Angela Snow.” Angela said.  Her first nightmare was that she wouldn’t be considered ‘family’ enough to get information on her fiance.  All her muscles were tense as she watched the nurse tapping on the keyboard.  

“Ok, here you are - I’ll call Doctor Webber to come talk to you.” The nurse said.  Was that sadness in the look she gave Angela, or was that just her imagination?   

“Can’t you just tell me what - “ Angela started to say, but at the moment a middle aged doctor in a gleaming white labcoat came through the double doors.

“Miss Snow?” he said, walking over to Angela.  She nodded.  “Please come with me and we can talk.”

“When can I see Juliet?” Angela stammered, looking around the waiting area as if she would suddenly appear.  

“She is sedated right now.” the doctor replied.  “I will take you to her, but first we need to talk.”

Angela followed Doctor Webber in a daze, the details of the hospital, the beeping sounds and rushing nurses and fluorescent lights all blending together into a kaleidoscope of fear.  Finally, Doctor Webber led Angela into a quiet side office and offered her a seat and a glass of water.  Angela’s hands were shaking.  

“Angela, Juliet was was in an accident, her car was hit by a delivery truck who had run the light at an intersection.  We have her stabilized, but…  there’s no easy way to say this, Angela.  Juliet has sustained a serious spinal cord injury at the C5 vertebrae - she has a broken neck.”  

“A broken neck - that’s... “ Angela’s heart was racing.  Her brain knew what that meant but her heart wasn’t ready to admit it.  “That’s paralysis, right?” she looked at Doctor Webber, her eyes welling with tears.  

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Cathy's New Job - Tales From The Breakroom

If you thought being the ‘new girl’ at work was a challenge, try being the ‘new LGBT girl in a wheelchair who is secretly a pretender with BIID’...  It's a hoot!
So I'm settling into the new job well - a lot better than I expected really.  I'm dressing very well too - I've been dressing much more ‘classy’ and businesslike than I've dressed for work in ages - my retail job had requirements and my previous calls job was a night shift so I had no interest in dressing ‘fancy’, but here I'm pulling out my nice herringbone skirts and ‘office wear’ dresses, nice stockings, and I'm actually liking the leather flats I've been wearing - they seem to enhance the wheelchair, if that makes any sense? Heather says they're boring but I just tell her if she doesn't like them she can take them off for me.  She's ok with that arrangement.
I guess I just didn't realize how much I preferred Customer Service to retail. I REALLY hated retail work.  Being able to work in my wheelchair is a huge advantage for me, of course, but honestly this job is so much better than my last one I would love doing it even without my chair.  I'm just glad I don't have to.  
I was hoping there would be lots of exciting ‘wheelchair pretender in the workplace’ adventures to write about, but the truth is that it's just a job, and instead of sitting in a rolling office chair looking at two computer monitors and talking on the phone all day, I sit in my wheelchair looking at two monitors and talking on the phone all day.  There have only been a few instances where my wheelchair was involved in any way, and it looks like now that my co-workers are getting used to ‘the new girl in the wheelchair’ I'll have even fewer chair-related tales to tell.  

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Cathy's New Job - Awkward Situations

Having a new job as a wheelchair user was exciting for Cathy, but it was definitely nerve-wracking too, since she technically did not 'need' the wheelchair she used at work every day - not physically, at least.   As he first week at her new job wore on, however, her nervousness was slowly being replaced by confidence.  Her new co-workers accepted her 'disability' without question and were generally either very supportive or, in some cases, simply tried their best to avoid the subject altogether.  Either way suited Cathy as she wheeled through the office cubicles or sat at her desk fielding calls.  Of course, being the only wheelchair user in an office not used to disabled employees, awkward situations were bound to happen. 

One thing Cathy did learn in her first week on the job was that she was actually not only the first wheelchair user that has worked there in the 14 years they have been in business; she was the first person with a disability requiring a mobility device, aside from the occasional sprained ankles and broken legs requiring crutches.  That was definitely a little surprising, but not entirely unexpected, and it went a long way to explain some of the looks that Cathy got as she wheeled around the facility.  It also made for some awkward conversations, both because many people there had
no first hand experience with a person with a disability, and because technically, Cathy did not actually have a disability.

On Wednesday, Cathy discovered one interesting quirk that made for a somewhat embarrassing situation.  One of the product teams' managers - a burly and deep-voiced man named Thomas - liked to have his team meetings sitting in the cubicle area, with everyone pulling their chairs around him in an open-floor group.  As their meeting was going on, Cathy needed to use the ladies room, but the meeting was between Cathy and the washroom, blocking the aisles between the cubicles with people sitting in their rolling desk chairs.  A person walking could have possibly scooted around a couple chairs and skirted the whole thing, but Cathy was blocked completely.  She wheeled up to the roadblock, then backed off and wheeled to another row, but was still blocked, and did her most subtle 'ahem' to get the guy closest to her to notice her and move. He noticed her and tried to move, but then he was blocked by the next guy, and so on, so that it started a bit of a chain reaction that began to disrupt the whole meeting.  Finally enough people were able to shift so that Cathy could make her way through - again, a person walking could have skirted through with minimal effort, but between the width between the cube walls and how many people were crowded in the aisles, a wheelchair wasn't going anywhere.  Cathy did mention, as she finally got through and made several apologies, that she would need to be coming back to her desk in a few minutes, just so they wouldn't re-shift into her path again as she used the restroom. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Cathy's New Job

The first day is always the worst - at least that's what Cathy kept telling herself.  She had obsessed over the perfect 'first day at work' outfit for the better part of a week, but then the morning she was scheduled to start she completely changed her mind.  After three tries she finally settled on opaque hose, black leather flats, a casual yet stylish dress in navy with white accents, a loose while belt, and modest silver jewelry.  She wheeled up to the full length mirror and immediately had second thoughts, but she was already running behind and needed to get going if she didn't want to show up late for her first day.

The building loomed large as Cathy pulled into the employee lot.  Her first challenge - pull into the handicapped spot, since they knew her as a wheelchair user and she was pretty sure there were no other disabled employees, or pull into a normal spot.  She didn't have a handicapped plate or tag, so she decided on a compromise - the end spot in the third row, so her door could not be blocked by someone parking too close and she could transfer to her wheelchair OK.  It probably wouldn't work every day, but for today it was the best plan.  As she slid into her chair an older man - evidently one of her new co-workers - gave a double take and kept looking back as she wheeled towards the ramp to enter the building.  Cathy felt her cheeks flush.   She could do this, she was hired as a chair user, nobody would suspect anything different.  She could do this...

She wheeled up the shallow ramp and hit the faded blue and silver wheelchair symbol on the button that auto-opened the doors, then wheeled her way in.  She went to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist who she had met when she interviewed, and she was handed a temporary badge on a slightly frayed grey lanyard and guided to a large conference room where she and a few other new hires would go through orientation. 

She entered the orientation room and it immediately hushed - not quite as abrupt as the bad guy entering the saloon and the piano player stopped dead, but to Cathy it felt similar.  There were four other people in the room, two with temp badges similar to Cathy and two with glossy employee badges - one she recognized as Lisa, the woman from HR who helped interview her.  Lisa smiled at Cathy and welcomed her in, then tried to subtly remove a chair from the large conference table so Cathy could have a place - there was nothing subtle about it, of course, and Cathy felt her cheeks warm slightly again.  She was really doing this - she was starting a job, a real job with a real company - as a wheelchair user.  It was a dream come true, but it was also surreal in so many ways. 

The orientation took the first half of the day and much if it was information Cathy already knew, having worked in the industry for a number of years, but she listened attentively and took copious notes.  They all got a tour of the facility - nearly identical to the tour Cathy had gotten during her interview, which confirmed her suspicion that the first tour was not something they usually did with interviewees - and then all had lunch in the conference room, sandwiches and chips from a local deli that had been delivered.  Cathy really started to feel relaxed as the day went on, feeling that other than the wheelchair, this job was no different from others she had held, and she knew she was good at the fundamentals, having years of experience. 

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Job Interview

Cathy arrived almost 30 minutes early and sat in the parking lot, hands shaking.  The building was a typical modern office type and Cathy could see the front entrance had a ramp and auto opening doors, so that reduced some of the worry, but she was still nervous.  She looked at the quickie wheelchair in seat beside her, the wheels leaned in the back seat, and her conservative business attire, great skirt and tasteful blouse, nude stockings and black flats.  She knew the industry and had lots of great experience, and she knew she was well qualified, but...

Cathy didn't need the wheelchair - at least not physically - but she needed it mentally and emotionally, she had 'felt' that she was a wheelchair user since childhood, and today she was looking to get a new job... as a wheelchair user.  It was terrifying, but as Cathy began assembling her wheelchair to wheel into her interview, she felt a familiar excitement building as well.  At her current, boring retail job she walked, but this was a new opportunity, and she had to try - for her own happiness and even her sanity she had to know; could she get a job as a wheelchair user?

She transferred into her wheelchair and straightened her legs and her skirt, then put her leather bag on her lap, locked her car, and then wheeled into the building with ease.  She wheeled in and told reception she was here for an interview.  The woman at the desk smiled and pointed her to a waiting area and asked her to sign in.  Cathy signed into the company branded clipboard and wheeled into the waiting area, nervous but excited. 

Cathy was the only person in the waiting room, which was a good sign, but between the chairs lining the walls and the wide low tables full of magazines and brochures there wasn't a lot of room for her wheelchair, making her feel more self conscious.  Fortunately the discomfort was short-lived, as she had only been there about five minutes when a middle aged man in smart grey suit came in and introduced himself as Brian, one of the hiring managers.  He led Cathy into a conference room where there was a younger woman already seated, and Cathy wheeled up to the polished conference table and smiled. 

The interview was very pleasant.  They looked over Cathy's paperwork, asked her about her former experience, asked her about worst and best job experiences, the usual questions.   Cathy was feeling very confident, and so when the woman - Lisa from Human Resources - asked if she needed any 'additional considerations' to do the job, she said she didn't need anything additional and even joked that they didn't even need to provide a desk chair, that she would bring my own. 

After the interview Cathy got a quick tour of the facility.  It didn't seem like they usually did that; to Cathy it actually felt like they were making sure the place was 'wheelchair accessible enough', as she could see Lisa from HR looking around and scanning the various areas for possible obstacles as they moved through the building. 

Cathy had a good feeling as she left the interview, but as she transferred back into her car and loaded her chair, she started feeling panicked again.  She had just done a full job interview for a big company as a wheelchair user.  True, she never said that she was disabled and had not asked for any special arrangements, but it still felt a bit crazy...   On the drive home she had all but convinced herself there was no way she would get the job, but deep down she was still very hopeful. 

Nine days later Cathy got the call and found out she got the job, as a wheelchair user, with a start date a little over two weeks away!  She was filled with excitement but also a growing fear over what she was doing...  Her first day at work was coming soon, but she couldn't wait!

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Big Spring Promotion with ParaCathy and D-Models: Buy ONE and get TWO Free!!

So my previous article about D-Models was apparently so well received that D-Models has decided to partner with me and to do an amazing spring promotion!  I literally did not want to post this promotion yesterday because it was so good it might sound like an April Fools prank! 

The promotion is as follows: everyone who buys a Gallery of € 10 or more on the D-Models website and uses the form on the special page From April 02 2016 to April 18 2016 can choose 2 Galleries for free! The only rule is that the free Galleries have to be of the same price or cheaper than
the one you've paid for.  The link to the special promotions page and the promotion code below are EXCLUSIVE to Paragirls' Place! 

All you have to do is fill in the form on the promotions page, use the special code that is given below, choose the 2 galleries you want to have for free and send the information to D-Models. You will then receive the 2 extra download links by e-mail.