Take a seat...

  2 days ago, I published my first post in 4 years. I deleted it the next day. It was inauthentic, poorly written crap. My heart and voice weren't in it.  I can get away with the deletion because no one is reading, but I can't get away with it existing, because I'm reading. Of course, it means this blog will be lacking some explanation for my absence, but me, myself and I know where we've been and I'm just not ready to recap.

  So, today, after my second emotionally explosive morning in a row, I'm fairly sure I've identified the object of my ire - my son's new piece of equipment.

 This feat of ingenuity is a "lazy boy" for the disabled. It can be tilted, in various ways, to accommodate prone laziness, supine laziness, side-lying laziness and even upright semi-laziness. It is "the best" available, though I suspect it's "the best available" in my country or at the right price.

In most homes, this is nothing more than a fucking ugly chair. In my home, this is post-traumatic stress disorder incarnate.

1) It screams "I'm disabled!".
2) It screams "I'm disabled and I have to put up with whatever shit they throw at me!".
3) It is the same colour and of similar appearance to a NICU feeding chair, therefore it screams "Death!".
No one wants screaming, lethal arseholes in their home!

On putting "L" in this chair, he forms a solid plank of wood until he manages to angle himself out of it. Not quite the lazy boy the designers had in mind. So what the fuck did they have in mind!?
When will disability furniture be designed for people with disabilities instead of disabilities?
 Disabilities don't give a fuck about aesthetics or mental health, but then, since the birth of my son, I'm yet to see a disability sitting in a chair.