Realization

I am a wannabe.  I don't want to suffer some horrific accident, I just don't want to walk, I'd rather use my wheelchair.  Lately when I am home alone I use my wheelchair all of the time.  My girlfriend and I plan to go on another trip with my wheelchair and I can't wait.  I'm so glad I don't have to hide this from her anymore.

Out

So I'm out.  Well kind of. I told my girlfriend about my wheelchair.  I was pleasantly surprised at her reaction.  I started by telling her I had a fetish /fantasy about getting fucked while on my wheelchair.  I proceeded to tell her that I'd like to try doing evedryday things from a wheelchair.  I expected her to walk out on me but she simply asked, "So where do we get a wheelchair?"  I excused myself and returned on my wheels.  She was very accepting, She fucked me on my chair and I wheeled until bedtime.
My girlfriend knows of my absooolute hatred for shopping malls, but I told her I really wanted to use my wheelchair outside of my home and I thought a mall would be a good place to start.  Since she loves shopping she took full advantage of an opportunity to get me into the mall with her.  So a couple of weeks later we drove out of town about an hour and I used my wheelchair in public for the first time!
It felt great rolling about.  I didn't notice any different treatment (aside from one incident which I will describe later) but my girlfriend said she saw a group of people part like the Red Sea when I came rolling towards them. 
In line for our lunch at a food court pizza shop I encountered a female wheeler.  Good thing I was sitting because I got a raging hard on as soon as I saw her!  I have to assume that she was legit but you never know?  She could've been a pretender just like me.  Either way I was totally jealous of her wheelchair.  It had a shiny chrome looking frame and sweet spinergy rims w/ schwalbe tires.  Way nicer than my used e-bay score (I still LOVE MY wheelchair though!).  We even had a brief dialogue while my girlfriend decided on her order and she got ahead of us in line.
After our lunch we shopped a little more, both for ourselves and some early x-mas shopping.  While my girlfriend looked at clothes in Sears I headed over to the tool department.  This was the only area where I incurred any obstacles all day long.  Several holiday shopping displays were crowding the aisles and I had to go 4 aisles out of my way to check out the 4 piece cordless tool set I've been eyeing.  When a salesman approached me I felt terribly insulted.  He acted as if I must be shopping for a gift.  Like someone in a who uses a wheelchair couldn't be a mechanic.  I put him in his place and told a couple of bold faced lies about building custom cars.  He was at first shocked but then just impressed with the knowledge I have.  That would be so cool, having hot rod cars that were accessable, Idealy a 32 ford roadster pickup, but I digress.
The highlight of the day for me was stopping into Victoria's Secret.  I'm a fool for a pair of stockings and garters so I bought a sexy little number for my sexy little number.  The girl who checked us out made a comment about someone having a good time tonight, maybe she likes disabled guys?
When we were done shopping we headed out and I suggested stopping for a bite.  Instead we hit the ou of town grocery store and headed home.  We played my little wheelchair game, which included some exceptional sex, until bedtime when we fell asleep in each others arms.  I am so lucky to have such a wonderful and understanding girlfriend.  She's willing to tolerate my wierdness and even facilitate it!

SImple Pleasures

I woke today with my chair right next to my bed.  Using my legs only a little (I don't want to be a para, just to need a chair or braces and crutches) I got into my chair and rolled out to the kitchen to make coffee.  My apartment is not made to be accessable but its not too bad getting around.  The only place that I can't get my chair is the bathroom so in order to keep up my disabled charade I go back to the bedroom and put my AFOs on.  I keep my crutches by the bathroom door most of the time so I roll back out to the hall way and reach around the corner and grab one crutch.  I lock my chair in place and prop myself up into the doorway.  After doing my thing I manuever myself back to the chair where I stayed putting off doing my work for the day as I don't want to be found out.
As soon as I'm done with my appointments for the day it's back in the chair and braces.  I love using my appliances!  Any pretenders(either gender) or FEMALE devotees of wheelchair guys who like pretenders  in upstate NY please contact me if you want to go out and play sometime.

NEW CHAIR!

Yesterday my used Kuschall chair arrived.  I quickly unpacked it only to find there were no rear tires on the rims.  I hustled all afternoon to find a pair of tires and got the mounted in a local chair shop.  So here I sit, in my new wheelchair, happier than ever.  I wish there was someplace I could go to pretend in public today but I don't have time.  Too much work to do so I gotta put the chair away soon whether I like it or not.

Pirates

While shopping for halloween costumes a few weeks ago my girlfriend pointed out a pirate costume and suggested I should dress in it for some bedroom fun.   She is able bodied and does not know anything about my devoteeism or pretending habits.  The costume didn't include a hook but I think it's essential for every pirate.
While anxiously awaiting my sporty new chair I ordered a left hook (5XA) for those who are familiar.  Using some material I had lying around I fashioned myself a socket, harness and control rig.  I'm wearing it right now as I type this in ocassionally tapping the keyboard with the tip of of my hook and loving every second of it.
Since it is such a crappy day where I live I've decided to wear my hook and get my aparrtment cleaned up.  I figure I can figure out how to use the hook a bit while i consider the possibilty of using it in front of my girlfriend while dressed as a pirate.  How will she react?  Does she secretly share this desire with me?  Will this lead to my dream realtionship, one with a woman who will accept, tolerate and maybe even particapate in my pretending.  I've long dreamed of taking a vacation in a wheelchair with my also (self) chair bound lover. 
Maybe this is a good chance to test the waters.  I've thought of showing her quid pro quo and then excusing myself at the perfect time to wheel back into the room as Fiona appears in her Milwaukee brace for the first time.  I don't know how to do it.  She already told me she was "open to suggesion" as far as erotic acivities are concerned, but just how open is she?  Maybe I'll have the guts to do one or the other later this week when she comes over. 

New Toy

I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new wheelchair.  I just won a kuschall rigid chair on ebay. (it's my profile pic) I haven't been able to wheel since my recent breakdowns so this is going to be awesome!  I will finally be confident enough to wheel in public (obviously not close to home).  I haven't picked my destination yet but I'm sure I will find a place.

Equipment breakdowns

I was out for a midnight stroll wearing my AFOs and swing thru crutching down my quiet side street when my right crutch tip found its way into a drainage grate.  The plastic cuff on my forearm crutch gave way sending me toplling over onto the side of the road.  Thank god no one was looking out their window to see me and get close enough to offer help and identify me.  I quickly grabbed my broken crutch and single crutch hobbled back down the street.
Feeling unsatisfied I pulled my cheesy hospital style wheelchair out of the bedroom closet and rolled myself down the hall.  I pulled up to my desk and rolled up a fat joint.  I carefully wheel myself out the door making sure none of the neighbors can are watching and out to the street.  I proceed down the street and stop at the pond in the culdesac to enjoy my doobie snacks.  Feeling much better and having figured out a way to repair my busted crutch I head home.
About 100 feet from my door i hit a chunk of loose asphalt, dismounting a rear tire and myself from the chair.  I again scurry to avoid being spotted and decide to call it a night.

Quid pro quo

I'm sure some of you DPWs out there have seen this flic.  I for one am not real sure what to make of it.  For a long time I've been trying to figure out what part of the DPW spectrum I fit into.  I am for sure a dev and pretender but not sure if I'm really a wanabe.  Sure, the idea of being partially paralyzed in my chair and/or braces turns me on but do I really want to be crippled?  Would i really be ok with it if I lost my leg(s)?  At this point I think I would be ok with aquiring a disability but I won't hurt myself to get it.

First Confession

I've never told ANYBODY about this so i guess i should start from the begining. Ever since I was a little kid I've been fascinated by disability of any kind. I've been an onlooker on the devotee/pretender/wanabe websites for as long as I've has internet access.
I've known of my fascination for as long as i can remember. I can't speak for other DPWs but for me it has always been about the hardware, prosthetic legs, hooks, leg braces, crutches, sporty wheelchairs. I can't quite remember what was first but there were several times in my young life when I saw and desired to know the feeling of disability.
I have an uncle who is an above the knee amputee. I have always seen him wearing a prosthetic leg under his jeans except for one time when i was about 5 years old. My parents were having a BBQ/pool party because some family was visiting from out of town. In the pool early that afternoon my father told me that my uncle was missing a leg and not to be surprised by his prosthesis/lack of limb if he were to go swimming. I was instantly intrigued at the prospect of a missing limb. Hours later i see my uncle hoble out tho the pool holding onto the strap for his leg to keep ot attached. I watch as he sheds the limb, hops and dives into the pool. I watch intently and unconsciously as he swims for a while and then emerges from the pool and hops back the where he has left his leg. I watch as he dries his stump thoroughly and replaces his prosthesis. Several months later I tried pretending for the first time. Lying in bed I slipped off my shorts, tucked my right leg up and slid my shorts back over my own 'stump' for the first time.
I can't remember if it was before or after the uncle experience but i distinctly recall a shopping trip to with my mother where we saw a boy about my age using forearm crutches and long leg braces. I remember telling my mother that I wanted to be like that boy. She quickly dismissed my statement.
These are my first two memories involving disability. Since then i can remeber being obesessed with wondering what it would be like to be disabled in some way.
Ever dream of what you would wish for if you found a Genie's lamp? I used to lay awake dreaming that i'd be able to find out what it feels like to be amputated in many different ways or to be paralyzed.
I'm now 29 years old. When i got my first apartment of my own about 8 months ago, I ordered a cheesy wheelchair from e-bay. I often pretend as both a para and DAK amputee. I recently purchased my first pair of leg braces (AFO) and some forearm crutches.
I am in a hetero relationship with a woman who knows nothing of my pretending/devoteeism but I enjoy pretending whenever feasable. Right now I'm wearing my AFOs with both my crutches and chair nearby and I wish I could share this with my partner, maybe someday I will trust her enough to bear my dirty little secret.
If you read this and feel the same way at all please contact me. I long to make a friend sharing these unique interests.