IZ- fashion for wheelchair users

themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

ok2befat:

“We believe wheelchair users should have access to the same styles and trends everyone else has, without ever having to compromise comfort.

Our clothing has signature cuts and styles to fit a seated body shape, falling and draping naturally without interfering with wheelchair mechanics. We use top-quality fabrics that look beautiful and feel luxurious.

Our Easy Zip Back option in coats is just one way that we’re making layering up and staying warm easier than ever. Discreet zippers in the back mean that Easy Zip Back coats separate into two individual pieces. 

Our signature ‘L-Shape’ means that IZ coats have the length you need over your lap while looking sleek and clean so you don’t sacrifice your style.”

The IZ Collection goes up to a 2X and has a wide range of masculine and feminine clothes.   

They look gorgeous, but be prepared. They are expensive.

This is so rad

rosalindrobertson:

fysw:

Carrie Fisher and Gary – Star Wars: The Force Awakens Premiere at Leicester Square on December 16, 2015 in London.

So, this is important. Carrie Fisher has an invisible illness and disability – severe mental illness – and she’s been really open about it. Open to the point where she has her service animal Gary out on the press tours.

Yeah, a service animal. Not a guide dog, a therapy dog. Fisher has almost died because of her illness – and the reason she could DO Star Wars is because she has accommodations that work for her.

Everyone is talking about how Gary has stolen the show – but he is *important*. He is working. He is what she needs to go out and do this shit.

Next time someone with a disability asks for you to do something simple to accommodate them I want you to think of this. This is Princess Leia and this is her accommodation for her illness.

allsamallthetime:

Ten years ago, I was about to get sick
I cannot remember it
I cannot remember waking up at 7am, 5 days in a row
Week after week after week
I don’t remember if it was easy but I remember it was possible
I cannot remember when nothing ached
When if I didn’t walk, it was because I was lazy
Not because I couldn’t

I cannot remember
When taking a shower
Was relaxing
Instead of exhausting

I cannot remember
When I wasn’t a burden
When I was fun
And energetic
And up for anything
And no one had to slow down or miss out
Because of me

I cannot remember
How it is to remember
When I didn’t need to write anything down
And didn’t break promises
And didn’t forget my own name
When I knew all the words I needed
When everyone said
How eloquent I was
I can remember everyone said it
But I can’t remember being it

I cannot remember
Being upright all day
And never lying down
Or counting the hours
From painkiller to painkiller

I cannot remember
Reading page after page for hours
For fun
And understanding every word
Without reading a line twice over
Or three times, or five
And without feeling like a failure

I cannot remember
No pain
I cannot remember it
What did I do?
Did I walk faster? Or further?
Did I stay out all night?
Or did I just sit around?
Without knowing that one day
Just sitting around would be all there was
And even then
The pain wouldn’t end

I cannot remember
Having energy instead of pain
I cannot remember
Concentration and memory
And still knowing how my sentence had started
When I got to the end

Two thirds of my life, I was healthy
And I cannot remember