Trip to thorpe park

It's really late but I'm full of adrenaline (and sugar, but that's an issue for another time).  I can't sleep so I thought I'd write about my recent experience going to thorpe park.

The last time I went to a theme park was several years ago.  I was partially mobile and it was the first time I ever used a wheelchair!  This definitely helped my relationship with wheelchairs as I could see what could be achieved by using one.  This was just over 2 years ago.

This time was going to be different.  On the one hand, it's taken almost those 2 years to get my mobility back to a point where I can move my legs reasonably freely.  On the other hand, any form of weight bearing/being upright still has massive ramifications on my health.  But, I really wanted to go so I duly planned a trip with just one other person so that htere wasn't too much to think about/plan and I could use all my energies as a 'test run' to see how my body responds to rides now.

Planning this got a bit stressful when I realised that I would need to bring letters of proof that I couldn't queue.  DLA is not enough apparently.  Neither is the fact the queues are not wheelchair accessible so I can't get in them anyway!  Another major factor in me only going with one person was that you can now only have one person jump the queues with you. There really needs to be a system for when people go in a group.  They also only allow one disabled person on a ride at a time due to health and safety!

As per usual, accessibility was the biggest issue.  Some rides can only be accessed by stairs, some need to be climbed in to (rather than transferring) and others are made inaccessible by the complex walking routes required to exit in an emergency with no evacuation chair available.  I barely slept the night before as I was trying to work everything out and stressing that I might spoil my friend's fun by not being able to go on anything.

We arrived at the park at about 12pm giving us 5 hours.  On arriving we discovered that the following rides were shut:-

- Nemesis Inferno

- Collosus

- Samurai

None of these closures had been listed on the website in advance.  This only left 2 big rides I could go on in terms of their safety procedures: no way out and stealth.   I was pretty gutted.  

On the day I decided that it was worth exhausting myself getting in and out of log flumes and the like and in many ways I wanted to make the most of the recent increase in mobility.  So, we went on 

- storm surge

               - Like a helter skelter water slide with inflatable dingies.  I had to walk about 1.5 metres to get in to the boat and then throw myself in (thank you gravity!). To get out my friend helped with my legs.

- loggers leap

              - This exhausted me.  They tried to slow the boats down but this just meant I was upright longer so dysautonomic stuff set in and made me feel rough as hell.  It was still fun though and we went on it again later (twice in a row without getting out :p)

- No way out

             - you can do a standing transfer in to the ride but my friend had to drive my chair back out and towards the ride exit because the ride starts and ends in different places.  This was a bit embarrassing as they had to hold the ride both at hte start and end.  The ride itself was good but in terms of my impairments very very challenging.  The ride is a standard carriage with just a bar over your lap.  My sitting balance is pretty poor so I felt as if I was falling out of the seat.  In the end I had to sit with my arms crossed over my lap with one arm holding the grab rail and hte other holding on to my friend's arm.  I probably looked like I was terrified but in reality I was stopping my arm from spasming out of the ride carriage!  

With the exception of stealth, the other main rides require you to be able to walk at least 25 metres if the ride breaks down.  I can't walk anywhere near 25 metres!  But...being the adrenaline junkie I am and because my favourite ride was broken (collosus) I decided to risk it.  If it broke down then I'd walk, crawl, bum scoot and beg for piggie backs to get off....but realistically I was hoping to god they didn't break down.  So we went on:

- The swarm

                 - This ride was absolutely incredible.  I went on it twice in the end.  amazingly no one asked if I could get off in an emergency.  The seats were incredibly supportive and perfect for me as they were angled so offered enough support.  I could also loop my arms in to the chest strap meaning they were safe from spasm.  The only access issue getting on was that I needed someone else to do the buckle as well as my friend needing to push me up in to the chair (it was a bit high).  I was in hysterics for a large amount of the ride because every time the carriage inverted my legs would spasm out at 90 degrees so all I could see was these legs shaking up in the sky!  Was amusing watching it on the video footage they had afterwards. 

After this we decided to go on nemesis as it had re opened...but got there and noticed there's a massive stair case to get up to the ride....so no can do.

We decided instead to go back towards stealth.....but it had been closed.

So we decided to go on saw (another 25m+ evacuation route)...but that had been closed too!...this is how we ended up going on swarm twice.

I'm yet to know for certain what the repercussions of such an exhausting day out will be but all in all it was a very enjoyable day.  However, I was very disappointed that so many rides were closed when we arrived with no notice + that others were closed through out the day.   I'm also pretty annoyed that rides completed as recent as spring 2012 could have such inaccessible evacuation policies meaning that although the ride itself is accessible, health and safety policy gets in the way.

Maybe it's not just the illness

I've been thinking about how being ill has effected the way I think about myself.  I think I've been convincing myself that all of the crap in my life is because I am sick. 


I became homeless because of illness...indirectly.  I was getting crap from housemates at a time where I just couldn't cope.  A lot of the hassle they were giving me was about the fact that I couldn't cope (and that me coping would make it all better), so it just hit a raw nerve.  I was being told that I was perpetuating my illness at the same time the medical profession were making out everything was  psychological.  It was just too much.  I need to remind myself that this is less about the illness itself and more about the things I have learned about other people and the medical profession.  That's something I can learn from, illness is something I don't have so much control over.


I have been feeling as though my life is empty.   Comparatively, it is.  I can't work and my social life is greatly restricted.  I am barely able to practice my musical instrument.  Everything I do has repercussions, right down to making a cup of tea.  But, I am also staying in someone elses pocket.  I don't have access to my books, cds, dvds etc.  My life would be just as restricted as it is now, but it fulfilling be a hell of a lot less boring and a lot more fulfilling if I had these things.


I have been feeling unattractive.  Again, I came here with a weeks worth of things.  I had one pair of comfy, ripped jeans.  I have bought a few things but I just don't have access to all my nice clothes, and everyone needs a bit of vanity don't they?  The other thing is that, I have lost a lot of muscle mass meaning I'm a bit flabby.  I also spend a lot of time sitting down.  If I had more clothing to choose from, I wouldn't be stuck with the stuff that doesn't fit so well.  


The overall stress of being homeless is really taking a toll on me.  I keep contacting the housing association but to no avail.  If I didn't have so much bureacracy to deal with, if I had more time and space to rest, I think I would feel better illness wise too.


Let's see.