Chick Suffers From “Body Integrity Identity Disorder” Where She Pretends To Be Paralyzed In A Wheelchair
Mirror UK – For most people, being told they need a wheelchair would be their worst nightmare. But for Chloe Jennings-White, it was a dream come true. The 57-year-old suffers with a rare condition called Body Integrity Identity Disorder, a rare psychological complaint which means she desperately wants to be paraplegic – paralysed below the waist. So when she was finally diagnosed in 2008, and doctors suggested she tried using a wheelchair to control her urges to damage her own spine, she was more than happy to give it a try. Now Chloe, a research scientist in psychiatry, chooses to live her life on four wheels, pretending to be paralysed. “Being able to use a wheelchair is a massive relief, and the closest I will probably ever come to being paraplegic,” says Chloe. “BIID is a serious condition and for years I had no idea what was wrong with me. “Now, finally, I know I’m not alone, and using a wheelchair helps to curb my desire to break my own back, so it has probably saved my life.” Chloe’s obsession began when she was nine. In an attempt to copy her aunt Olive, who had become paraplegic in her 20s following a biking accident, Chloe took to her bike with the sole intention of crashing and breaking her back. “I didn’t really know what I was doing,” says Chloe. “But I had an overwhelming urge to be paraplegic like my aunt. I didn’t know there was anything wrong with that. “I rode my bike off a tall wooden stage I’d set up in a park. It resulted in some cuts and bruises, but nothing more serious than that. “I landed on my neck with the full force of the bicycle on top of me. “It was at that point that I realised I was just as likely to break my neck as I was to break my back and end up quadriplegic – totally paralysed, which I did not want,” she says. “I’ve had angry comments from people dubbing me a fake. But I suffer with a genuine condition. “Even now, I still fantasise about being in a car crash or when I’m hiking near a cliff edge, friends have to lead me away from temptation. “I may not be paralysed, but I’m no fraud. I may have chosen the wheelchair – but it’s saved my life.”
If I was friends with this chick I’d just throw her off a cliff myself. Let me give you a hand you psychopathic attention whore dyke…hop on your bike and let me roll your ass off a mountaintop. I mean out of all the drama queens in the history of Barstool New York, this bitch may take the cake. Forget about the chick who was allergic to electricity. The black broad who said she has a thousand orgasms a day. The chick who was hypersensitive to all modern technology. The “face blindness” sisters. This fake wheelchair bitch blows them all out of the water. Dare I say she’s even surpassed Dystonia Cheerleader? I never thought I’d see the day but I think Dystonia Cheerleader has finally been dethroned as the most insane attention whore the world has ever seen.
I mean look I get it – everyone loves to be able to play the sympathy card. Everyone loves to be waited on hand and foot. If I could spend the rest of my life just hanging out in bed getting people to feel bad for me and bring me food and drugs and do everything they could to make me feel better, I’d probably sign up for it in a second. If I could get preferential parking and cut all the lines and have my own section at concerts I’d probably be pretty pumped too. But I’m not gonna go breaking my own fucking back for that. Not gonna drive into a goddam brick wall for it. And I’m certainly not gonna just pretend to be Forrest Gump with fake braces on my legs being phony cripple in a wheelchair. Only time you fake being handicapped is if you’re a cube monkey and you can gain access to your own private bathroom like Costanza. Otherwise, you’re just a deranged asshole who probably deserves to really break their back.