Two years ago, whilst in the service of my country, I was involved in a car crash in Germany. One of the results of this was that I lost my left leg at the knee and my right at the hip. After much work and effort on my part but especially on the part of the various agencies who use their amazing skill and compassion and also the psychiatric help, Iâm now able to walk and I now look forward, at last, to being a useful member of society again. So why am I writing this? Iâve been reading ARRSE for 9 months now and it is in the top five of things which has enabled me to recover to the place Iâm at now. Yesterday, I made the decision to join and begin posting. For reasons which will not be clear to you all, this was not an easy decision to make however make it I did. Within twenty minutes of entering the chat room I was receiving abuse for absolutely no apparent reason and so were some other, younger, ARRSErs. This shocked me. Today, I was even called a freak. I am not a freak. In fact, I used to be considered an attractive woman. I know men are no longer interested in me and I accept that as a itâs a very obvious result of my injury, however losing my legs in many ways wasnât as difficult as losing my career. Yes, I may be a bit stuffy â indeed many of the men I had the privilege of leading were of the opinion that I was stuck up. As far as I have been made aware this didnât stop me being a damn good soldier and officer. If all that this website can offer is sad, sexist abuse from deluded Walts and pen pushing lesbians then itâs not the place I thought it was. I am so very, very sorry.