'I was not a nice person': paraplegic author

'I was not a nice person': paraplegic author

When the school year ended, I was 17 and learning to navigate my world from a wheelchair. I was in no physical state to think about moving away from home. In 1986 I had scraped through the sixth form with a pass, and I used that to apply for a course in typing and office administration at Taradale Polytechnic, now the Eastern Institute of Technology, where my classmates ranged from single mums to young women who, like me, had finished school the…