Living By the Book: I Can Pursue the Joy of Reading in a Wheelchair

Living By the Book: I Can Pursue the Joy of Reading in a Wheelchair

My unease kept growing on the first day of this evening class during my third semester of college. The professor hadn’t shown up yet, so we were a small group of seven or so students sitting around a long table in a small classroom in Griffen Hall, the English building. Normally bustling and boisterous, the building was quiet at this time of day, around 4:10 p.m. This strange silence was broken only by the inconsequential chatter of us undergraduates around the table and the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. 

This was my first night class. The long hours made me hesitant to sign up. We would meet once a week for hours, during and after sunset. I sat near the end of the table closest to the door. The power wheelchair I sat in made loud clanking noises as I situated myself at the table.

I was embarrassed. Still. Two years earlier, I had begun using a power wheelchair to get around the college campus, silently admitting to myself that the progression of my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) was forcing me to do so. True, it was easier at this point than in my recent memory to maneuver in the outdoors. It was also true that I was still embarrassed by the clanking noises that the power chair made, even though I was the one who noticed them most. Ah, vanity. 

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The teacher suddenly whirled in: a cyclone of cream-colored professional clothes, multiple large, jangling necklaces, and flowery-scented perfume. She took off her glasses when she reached the head of the table. 

“I apologize I am late, but I won’t be this late again,” she announced earnestly, but inaccurately. “Welcome to Classic Novel Reading.”

She then echoed the same description that my roommate had pitched to me when I really didn’t want to take an evening class. This class was first conceived when the professor was approached by honors college students. They admitted that professors assumed their students were familiar with many books they had not in fact read. That prompted this class. We were to read six classic novels: “The Great Gatsby,” “Madame Bovary,” “The Sound and The Fury,” “Pride and Prejudice,” “Invisible Man,” and the professor’s favorite, “Moby Dick.” Spending a semester reading and discussing these enriching works of literature seemed ideal for an English major, and it was.

I feel fortunate to have been drawn to reading from a young age. This suited me well, as the progression of FA left me more and more sedentary. Put another way, I pursued athleticism less, because of my physical limitations, and imaginative acts, like reading and writing, more.

Not every FAer has that proclivity to a sedentary lifestyle. Many find their identity in their athleticism or physical capabilities.

I salute them. Their strength and endurance are phenomenal. If you feel that your identity is progressively eroding, life seems malicious … cruel. And yet, these FAers endure.

Life with FA is not something you can plan for or control. It progresses at random speeds, causing random disabilities. May you always endure. May you never confuse your identity with your ability. I still need to be reminded of that sometimes.

And when your story ends, may it be enlightening to others. I hope it inspires discussion, like weekly insights from a group of college kids gathered around a table during sunset. 

“Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.”   — Ralph Ellison, “Invisible Man”

RIP, Dr. Cicardo. Sorry I didn’t know at the time. I won’t forget your lessons.

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Matt Lafleur was diagnosed with Friedreich’s ataxia at age 11. He has a bachelor’s degree in English and a master’s in mental health counseling.
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Matt Lafleur was diagnosed with Friedreich’s ataxia at age 11. He has a bachelor’s degree in English and a master’s in mental health counseling.
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  1. Linda says:

    Thanks for the reminder Matt. We all need this reminder along with a swift kick in the butt sometimes. You used the word “vanity”. For a woman that one gets us every time. A chair for mobility that makes noise, feet that swell, not having the svelte body of that 20 year old we once were. But then, people remind you that what you do every day changes lives. They see us as people they admire. Wow, is that who we are? I am way older than you are but the hurdles never stop. I think you just find ways to accept praise and do it with grace and thank you’s. I personally thank you every week. You are one amazing young man, my life is richer for having met you.

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