San Francisco has always been one of my favorite cities in the world. Its neighborhoods, restaurants, friendly people, and the lovely bay have drawn me, time and time again. This trip was no exception, and I was amazed to realize that on this particular trip, I would discover things about the city and its accessibility that I hadn't seen before.
For years, wheelchair users have felt like second-class citizens when it comes to traveling. It had reached the point where a lot of people felt trapped in their homes, or dependent on other people in order to just get out and shop for groceries, or other mundane tasks that able-bodied people take for granted.
By way of introducing you to the PMTD, and to movement therapy in general, let me first introduce myself. My name is Allen Rucker. I am a writer in Hollywood by trade and a T-10 paraplegic by fate. Almost fifteen years ago, on a Tuesday afternoon, I was lazing around the house, waiting for the next writing gig to magically appear, when the most excruciating pain I’d ever felt hit my midsection. The pain soon subsided, but ninety minutes later, I was paralyzed from the waist down. I had contracted a rare disorder called transverse myelitis, for who knows what reason, and in the blink of an eye, I had joined the ranks of 54 million Americans with a disability.