Well this weekend was my first official outing as a blind paraplegic. Cathy helped me dress. She picked out everything of course. She told me what she was selecting, but of course I couldn't see it. Then, she helped me dress in my skirt and blouse for an outdoor wedding. Fortunately, it was a beautiful and warm saturday for our friend Emma who was getting married. The sun felt so warm on my skin. The breeze was cool off the nearby lake, but everything felt and smelled so good. Severl friends who had not seen me since my accident of course had to stop by and catch up. Cathy kept an eye on my leg bag and had to empty that a couple of times for me. Then, Cathy helped me wheel up one of the outside isles and take a position on the end. It really didn't matter where we sat for my part. I would not be able to see the festivities anyway. Once we were seated the music started. Cathy told me who was coming in, what the dresses and flowers looked like. How handsome the guys were. She even said a couple of them were giving me the eye. I'm sure she was just being nice. Finally, the bridal march began. I could hear everyone standing, well, except for Cathy and myself. Cathy did roll away briefly to get a better view. I just sat there in the darkness listening. A gently breeze picked up just as she must have started down the isle. I heard a little girl ask her mother what that was, and I figured it was me she was asking about but I had no way of knowing.
When Cathy returned to her place beside me, I found out what the little girl had been asking about. "You little slut you", Cathy said. What? I replied. Your skirt is up above your waist. You are trying to seduce someone aren't you, she laughed. I know I tured four shades of red. She explained that the wind must have blown my skirt up. With no feeling down there, of course I didn't feel it, and being completely blind, I had no way of knowing I had exposed my pussy and the catheter tube coming of it as well as my leg bag. Cathy assured me she had everything covered back up. I was mortified. I could not wait to get out of there that evening. After the reception dinner and a few dances we left. I cried all the way home. Cathy tried to reassure me it was ok, there was nothing I could have done. I knew she was right. There was nothing I could have done, nor will there ever be. I will be dependent on others for so many things for the rest of my life.
