The Last Option
When I had just lost one eye my aunts would come home and say arey yaar, she is a girl, she has lost one eye. How will she get married, how will she live her life. They never considered that I was sitting right there and of course I could hear. It would impact me. So as a kid that time it got set in my brain that I am not going to get married, if I do, then the person has to accept me as I am, with all my challenges. And if he doesn't have the guts, then sorry I don't want to get married. Marriage is not the ultimate goal of my life. But I learnt later that it is not like that.
Shower Him Away
'There's a low-level harassment that seems to go without saying, but sometimes things happen that stick. Men have often kicked, grabbed or forcefully pushed me (even at the top of stair cases) when I'm out in my wheelchair. It's scary. Sometimes it's just plain hurtful. Once or twice, I've been in a shop waiting to pay for something and the man behind me decides to wheel me out of the line. Just like that! The first time I went out in my wheelchair my mum and I were so shocked when an aggressive man leaned over me, shook my wheelchair and quickly thrust his groin in my face as he squeezed past. There was about three feet of space in front of us he could have easily used without pressing up against me or moving my chair at all. I was sixteen.