Thursday, May 3, 2012

From Depression To Disabled Chat Joy

I lost my leg in a stupid motorcycle accident. My boyfriend, the same one who drove recklessly and caused it all, left the scene with no scratches, and never came to see me again. I wanted to press charges against him, but I was too depressed to do it. It took a year for my wound to heal enough to make me a candidate for leg prosthetic. I was a desperate blonde in a wheelchair, and most of my time was occupied by useless social networks surfing and feeling sorry for myself, until I discovered disabled chat.

In the beginning, I was too shy to contact anyone. I felt like a stalker on a website where people know what a happiness and life satisfaction is. There were much worse cases than mine, and all of them felt confident enough to use their webcams to chat. Everything changed one day, when John180 decided to contact me.

I'd been stalking that guy for a long time before that, when I saw the message in my Inbox, I was sure he wanted to tell me that I was boring. On the contrary - all he wanted was a short chat with me. I decided to accept his offer, and a short chat lasted as long as 3 hours. Disabled webcam chat was out of the option at that point of time, because I felt ashamed of how I look with only one leg. He begged me to show me how he looks like, and I agreed. He was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and I turned on my webcam instantly.

John and I still chat in disabled chatroom. But the difference is that we live together now, and our mission is to provide comfort and support to all the people who feel the same way I felt when I realized that I was different from the others. We made a lot of online friends. Some of them need advice on how to date a disabled person, while the others want to continue with their lives after a terrible event. We are there to encourage them all and help them realize that they just need to stay true to themselves and accept the person they are now in order to succeed in their lives.

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