Hair Do’s And Don’ts
Aside from its useful features hair is hooked into our self-image, our “look”. That’s why we feel good when we go for a bit of pampering and hair care.
However, I found as my ability level declined, going to a hair salon became less and less pleasurable. Beyond the obvious of being able to get in the door (as not all stores are equally accessible) getting my hair cut was starting to feel like a medical must-do appointment.
I don’t mind the cutting aspect, that part is enjoyable.
It’s the pre-cut hair washing procedure that sucks. Sticking my head in a sink causes extreme pain for me because it hurts to bend my head backwards, and if I do it for too long, I can’t lift it back up! My neck doesn’t like the feel of the hard surface of the sink, and my upper and lower back spasm when the seat slides forward. The minute I sit my butt in the chair I turn into a ninety-five-year-old version of myself. UGH!
Finding a stylist who is gentle and willing to take the time to listen and make adjustments to lessen physical discomforts makes all the difference …but they are hard to find.
Recently, I moved to a new town and I expected it would take some doing to find my next just-right hair stylist. I spotted a salon with a large ramp at its door. Clearly, they’d made an effort to be accessible and much to my delight the hairstylist was very mindful of my physical comfort too. In fact, I would say going for a hair cut is close to enjoyable again.
Grey and snazzy; that’s my new do!
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No two people are alike, and that would include people who live with a disability. Yet, if there is one common denominator shared amongst them all, I would venture to say it would be feelings associated with shame.
Of course, we don’t need a reminder to love our mothers but, from what I can see, today’s the day to let her know.
How can I do that?
Discomfort is a big distraction, and, today, it is demanding my attention. I swear that my foot is eight times larger than usual. How do you lean into pain and what does that even mean?