Looking for quadriplegic role play! by Calum132, literature
Literature
Looking for quadriplegic role play!
Hey Everyone! I have BIID and would love to talk to anyone who is interested in helping me be able to be myself for a while with some role play! If youre interested in spinal cord injuries or quadriplegic or are a devotee please feel free to message or comment!☺️
I run my fingers up David’s spine, feeling the contours of his vertebrae: strong and sound, but pity the person whose vertebrae dislocate. This is the top of his shoulder blades here, so this is C7, 6, this must be C5 …
C5 is the perfect place to dislocate his neck – C6 is good too, but C5 is better.
I start to massage his spine, relax the muscles and loosen up the ligaments, get those joints nice and flexible, all the way from C4 to C7.
A cord injury at C5 is perfect. It will leave him severely disabled, with upper arm movement and some forearm control, but nothing below the wrists. And absolutely nothing from the armpits down, of course. Enough for just a little independence, an ability to potter around the house, operate adaptive tech, look after himself as long as there is someone around when it gets too difficult for his limited mobility. When David is a C5, I can be his fulltime carer, without us needing professionals to provide the 24/7 bodily assistance that a C4 or above
The physical therapist, a woman with a reassuring presence, entered Tina's room, her arrival marked by a gentle knock that broke the monotony of the hospital sounds. She introduced herself, her voice calm and encouraging.
"Alright, Tina, let's see how you manage with some basic movements today," she said, moving to adjust the bed so Tina could sit on the edge.
Tina nodded, her resolve firm despite the trepidation. She swung her legs over, her uninjured left leg moving easily, but as she lowered her right leg, the rush of blood down into the healing fractures caused a spike of pain so intense it took her breath away. Her face contorted, the sudden increase in pain a cruel reminder of her injury.
Seeing the distress, the therapist was quick to respond. "Tina, let's elevate your leg again," she said, moving to help lift it back up.
But Tina, gritting her teeth, shook her head. "No, wait, I can manage. Just... give me some time," she managed to say, her voice strained but determined.