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Interview: Gary Presley, author of _Seven Wheelchairs_


Today PilgrimSteps offers my interview of Gary Presley, author of the recently-published Seven Wheelchairs: A Life beyond Polio.

From Kirkus Reviews: “The painful story of what it’s like to become crippled as an adolescent and forever dependent on others.Now in his 60s, Presley got a booster shot of the Salk attenuated polio virus vaccine in 1959 at age 17. Designed to enhance immunity, the virus instead produced major paralysis, which required the boy’s removal to an iron lung and then to a series of rocking beds and mechanical devices to force air into his lungs…Now some 50 years and seven wheelchairs later, Presley recounts his evolution from the deep anger, self-pity, frustration, passivity and hostility of those first decades of bitterness and depression to his emergence as an adult. It didn’t help that he spent those early years as a “crip” on a Missouri farm with a stoical, stiff-upper-lip dad (his mom was loving and devoted). Nor did it help that about the time both parents were dying, he fell ill with post-polio syndrome. That he recovered, could work, fall in love, marry and convert to Roman Catholicism are part of the trajectory toward a happy ending. But not quite…But he has become a fighter, raging against the pity and stigma experienced by people with disabilities, as though they are less than human…for readers who remember the era of infantile paralysis and newsreels of children in iron lungs, Presley’s descriptions of exactly how they work, as well as the daily care that paralysis demands, are a revelation.One of the more honest and informative disease memoirs.”

1) What led you to write a book about your experience with disability?

As I grew older, I began to realize “Hey, I’ve used a wheelchair for four decades. I thought that … well, rather interesting, but I had never written much about the “disabled experience.” Then, on a lark, I wrote an essay titled “A Pot to Pee in,” which was really an assembly of random thoughts about the bad ol’ days when people who used wheelchairs could rarely find an accessible restroom. Friends on a writing critique list said “This is good stuff. Write a memoir.” The first fifty thousand words came easily — all the dramatic stuff that makes TV shows like “ER” popular — and then it took a bit longer to get to the philosophical points.

2) Has it been difficult for you to discuss your experiences with disability when this is generally a ‘taboo’ subject in American culture? Why or why not?

Disability is a fear-filled subject, I think, rather than one that’s entirely taboo. People want to talk about disability only in the sense of the “Overcoming Hero” story. To think — to discuss, to write — about disability in the context of daily life reminds people that the Universe sometimes sneaks up and bites people in the fanny. In the memoir, I refer to myself as a “burnt out case” (an allusion to Graham Greene’s novel), which in the context of your question means I don’t much care about the emotional aspects of “The Life Disabled” any longer. To me disability is reality. Why disguise or avoid what cannot be changed?

3) Do you think the main audience of your book is people with disabilities, or those without disabilities? Why?

I think my book is written for those who want to read about people in all their unique manifestations. I’m fascinated by history, and by the place people play in history, and how the individual fits into (or is excluded by) society. People can read it and learn we (meaning even gimps like me) are all mortal creatures — driven by intellect, emotions, and some sort of immeasurable spiritual factor.

4) What is your advice for aspiring writers who may also want to write a memoir about their experiences with disability?

Don’t begin unless you’re wiling to learn more about the person you may really be … I cannot say that I knew Gary Presley entirely until I finished Seven Wheelchairs and then began to contemplate what I wrote. I pray I’m not deluded, but I think I like myself a little better now.

As to the practicalities of the writing process …
–Write every day.
–Join a critique group, preferably an online one where people will be more apt to tell you the truth about your work.
–Take criticism without becoming defensive.
–Regard criticism as opinion.
–That means stay true to your voice and your message.
–Grammar and syntax are important but not as important as the story and the truth it contains.
–Tell the truth even when it hurts, especially if it is painful for you to tell it.
–Remember the truth is sometimes subjective, which means each person perceives events and people differently.
–Believe in your truth.
–Prepare to be rejected, multiple times.
–Persevere in the face of those rejections.

5) Can you share a short passage from your book so we can get a feel for your writing style?

Here’s a bit describing one of my first encounters in the rehab center:

In fact, no one ever asked me, “What would you like to do with your life? Or how do you plan on earning a living?”
I wish they had. And I wish I had known the question needed to be asked.

This was 1960, and the subtext of every interaction between patient and staff was to teach the patient how to cope with the effects of a disability, and it ended there – You’re crippled. You’re going to be crippled the remainder of your life. This is how to put on a shirt. This is how to pee in a urinal while sitting in a wheelchair. Here, when you’re finished, you can make a leather wallet to keep busy until it’s time for your favorite television show.

No one expressed any idea that it might be preferable – or even possible – to integrate people with disabilities into society. No one said, “Some sort of disability, some sort of disadvantage, visible or invisible, is part of the human condition. Live fully with yours as you see it. Be assured others do as well with their own perceived disability, visible or not.”

The lesson I needed then could have been stated bluntly. You are a cripple. You will never walk again. You will be dependent on the care of others. Cry and complain for a while if you like. That’s normal. Then find something useful to do with your life.

If you would like an autographed bookplate to place inside your copy of Seven Wheelchairs, please contact Gary at garypresleyATgmailDOTcom.

while we live…


bright, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
~Norman Cousins

either husbands or lovers

I’m chewing on this quote from Susan Sontag today:

“Great writers are either husbands or lovers. Some writers supply the solid virtues of a husband: reliability, intelligibility, generosity, decency. There are other writers in whom one prizes the gifts of a lover, gifts of temperament rather than of moral goodness. Notoriously, women tolerate qualities in a lover—moodiness, selfishness, unreliability, brutality—that they would never countenance in a husband, in return for excitement, an infusion of intense feeling. In the same way, readers put up with unintelligibility, obsessiveness, painful truths, lies, bad grammar — if, in compensation, the writer allows them to savor rare emotions and dangerous sensations. And, as in life, so in art both are necessary, husbands and lovers. It’s a great pity when one is forced to choose between them.”

simply busy


Portland trip, June 2005, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

It’s cold and rainy outside, which means it’s a great day for hard work inside! One of my big projects of the last few days has been the rehabilitation of my laptop computer. It has new RAM, I’ve cleaned out many unused files, and I’ve been sorting through loads of pictures. The one up above is from a trip to Portland in the summer of 2005.

Today I resumed podcasting, after a several month hiatus (I’ll drop a note here when my latest interview is posted to MHP). I’m also busily planning our upcoming trip and still have Christmas presents to make.

It feels good to be busy with so many fun and important projects.

threads of memories


China 2005, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

This picture was taken while I was on my trip in China in 2005. I came across it today as I was working through old picture files (gah, no more hard drive space left on my computer and I’m having to delete old & unnecessary pics).

We were in a restaurant and an entertainer gave us each a piece of red yarn to tie around our wrists for good luck. Pictured here is my hand, Dora’s hand, and my Mom’s.

I’d totally forgotten about the red yarn until now…Perhaps the threads brought us a bit of luck later as we traveled in dueling taxis across town to reach a night market and we all made it in one piece (despite our driver having driven down the sidewalk part of the way).

I wore the yarn on my wrist until it fell off a few weeks later.

a thousand fibers


threads, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
~Herman Melville

one touch


bud, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”
~Shakespeare

Some simple blessings for now:

**doing shoulder stand in yoga this morning and being able to hold both legs tall and straight

**a bagfull of persimmons from the Farmer’s Market

**some so-fun Christmas crafts that I’m dying to share, but can’t because my family reads my blog!

**thumbing through guide books for NYC and DC and dreaming about all of the places we will go.

**the heater of a gigantic Bobette-kitty that loves to snuggle under the covers on chilly nights.

**tripling the RAM on my laptop and she runs so speedily now

**wearing my Sara scarf all morning

because there is no recession for a sick kid…


I’m sure you’ve all heard of St. Jude’s Hospital, the world-class medical facility that never turns away a child because they can’t pay for healthcare. My biochemist brother David is a researcher at St. Jude’s–his lab has a robot that tests thousands of chemical samples for possible therapeutic properties.

Recently he called my attention to this video clip of a teen with osteosarcoma (scroll down and click on the link from the Nov 25 show), the same type of bone cancer that I had at age 12. I know it’s a busy season and the economy is awful this year, but if you’re blessed with any surplus to share, St. Jude’s is a worthy cause. Though I wasn’t treated at their facility, they are one of the sponsors of a long-term cancer survivor study that has been invaluable in giving me information about the health issues that I will continue to face because of my high-dose chemotherapy treatments (with their life-altering side-effects).

Pic above is of me back in 1984 when I was undergoing my cancer treatments.

today’s plan…


alyssum, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
~E.B. White