I did this the other day:
Part performance art, part kink, part disability awareness.
There’s a phrase people with disabilities and people who care about people with disabilities tend to dislike: “Wheelchair-bound”. People aren’t bound by wheelchairs, or bound to wheelchairs. Wheelchairs set people free. They don’t entrap people. They are a tool for independence.
Society binds us by telling us what we can and cannot do. The environment binds us with built and natural barriers. We bind ourselves by believing we are unable.
Yet here I am, bound by ropes to my wheelchair – or maybe it’s the other way around, and the wheelchair is bound to me. I’m flying, being held aloft by the same ropes, free and floating. I’m completely at the mercy of people around me to make sure I am safe, yet allowing yourself to trust other people to keep you safe is strangely freeing.
I think this smacks “wheelchair bound” in the face.
(I’m an occupational therapist. I’ve been repairing and using wheelchairs since I was 15.)