教授是学术大牛,大几十篇论文那种,能搜到所以果然还是不贴名字了,不加额外代称的教授都指这位。上学期其实就有搜到过他,当时还没有转专业到残障研究,但有一点想找相关的research机会,有在我们学校有一个叫disability research centre机构的网页上看那些教授们的主页,看到他的时候我当时盯着介绍页面c5 的字看了好久,但当时是没抱期望的,因为感觉学院也不一样,他也没有公开写课号也没可能去蹭课,专业方向我感觉也没有重合,就是心动但搁置这样的状态。
上第一节课的时候我进教室看到他第一眼,真的有种,你们也许能懂那种幻想了很多次的场景突然变成现实的感觉,他就坐在那,然后我选了个偏左侧第二排的位置,刚好能看到他大部分身体不会被电脑挡着。他脚踏板上有束带固定双脚,双腿之间有一个小的垫子保持两条腿分开然后上面架了个小垫板,很方便啊很萌hhh。然后我就眼睁睁看着他开轮椅用脚尖吧原本讲桌后的椅子顶到墙边放好再开回去。上课前他还有叫另一个在第一排坐的学生帮他带了麦,他特别特别温柔带点老派那种问“um could you please do me a favor”,麦克风放在讲桌边缘角落他的位置确实不太好够,那个女生先把麦递给他,他试了一下自己夹但可能是角度不太方便低头而且右手虽然可以抓握但肯定不是特别灵活就没夹成功,之后又让那个女生干脆帮忙夹在领口了(很懊悔我没有大胆一点干脆坐第一排....)之后开始上课他也是,温柔提醒了三遍全班才完全静下来,当时真的很想帮他吼“别说了”。
贴英文原文了,翻译的版本感觉都不太满意,大家可以自行去机翻: I woke up last night at about 3 AM in pain. Well, in more pain than normal. It’s been almost 6 years now that I have lived with permanent pain, a span of time I remembered this week when I spoke to a fellow quadriplegic who said he’s also been in pain since his injury, forty-three years ago (but still, he insists, he has had a great life). It seems an awfully long time. To greater or lesser degrees, it’s a problem for many people with a spinal-cord injury, and it sometimes worse for people whose damage is incomplete (as is mine). And I know we’re not alone. Nerve pain is hard to describe. Imagine a sheet of finally grained sandpaper, which is rubbing lightly over your skin, pushing a little harder on your hands, feet, bottom, and groin. It burns, although it’s not excruciating. But it continues without pause for minutes, hours, days, years. It moves in waves, gentler in the morning, but increasing in intensity as the day wears on. If you’ve ever had a urinary tract infection, nerve pain in the bladder is like that desperate feeling that you need to urinate, but there is no relief and no antibiotic that will bring it to an end. In addition to nerve pain, some of us are also rewarded with stabbing aches (whether real or phantom, they feel concrete); imagine the ache of arthritis in your hip or back, but you can’t easily move to relieve it. To write about pain is fraught. It is open to narcissism and overstatement – “look at me, look at my courage and resilience.” But there is nothing inspiring about dealing with pain. Mostly, we just do our best to ignore it – to pay attention to other things. And when it ratchets up, I’ve learned to curse; a grumbled sheet, folk (my voice recognition software is protecting your eyes and ears), which doesn’t really accomplish much, but sometimes you just need to let it out. It’s not spiritual, or courageous. It is a fact of life, but not the whole of it.