Bionic Men: The Naked Truth

Bionic Men: The Naked Truth


My stump is called Socket. Well, Mr Socket. I’ve got a really good party trick. I’m going to spin it all the way
round. I, theoretically, have no height
ceiling. I can be as tall as I want to be. “One foot in the grave.” “Haven’t got a leg to stand on.” BOTH: “I’ve really put my foot in
it.” If someone said to me “I can grant
your wish of giving you two hands”, I’d say, “Nah, jog on.” I have been known to exaggerate what
happened. His brother’s a bad guy and he actually cut his hand off
with a machete. You know, saving a bus full of
schoolchildren. “You’ve got a robot leg. What
happened?” So I’ll tell ’em, “A shark bit it!” And make
a big story out of it. All the little kids like “Oh, it’s
Iron Man.” Christmas 2012, we went to a pub, we
had a couple of pints. I walked home and halfway home, a
drunk driver, who was doing about 70mph
in a 30 zone. He lost control, hit me. My right leg was torn off by the
car. Left leg was crushed and shattered. I was carrying aircraft
parts up a flight of stairs, got my foot trapped, fell. I took a chip out of a bone
in my ankle. I developed a nerve condition. The slightest touches
were incredibly painful. I looked at where I could be with
a prosthetic. I was ready to say, “I’m ready
to have my leg taken off.” In 2009, I hit a telephone post at
90mph on a motorbike. I broke every bone on the right side
of the body. I shattered the pelvis, shattered the collarbone, fractured
the lower back, punctured both
lungs, tore a kidney and tore the nerves
in my arm straight out of the spine. So, I was born with amelia. When I was younger, no-one really
knew what it was. I’ve got a little bit of the wrist
and I have little tiny fingers that do nothing, but, as I like to
call it, this is my little hand. I don’t call it a stump. I don’t remember the accident. I can’t imagine it’s a very happy
memory. It’s a memory I’m quite happy to do
without. When I woke up, my mum was there by
the bed. She said to me, “Oh, you know,
you’ve been in an accident. “You’re in hospital. “You know, you’ve…you’ve got
no legs.” Apparently, I just sort of looked
down and went “Yep.” “Cool.” What am I supposed to say to that? You know, “Oh, no. I’d like them
back!” Well, you can’t have them back. I do remember saying,
in all earnestness, I said “Is my tackle OK?” For a long time post-accident, I didn’t like the way I looked. I probably thought that if I was
going on a date, the girl I was going on a date with
would be like, “Oh, that guy is an amputee. “That’s weird. I don’t want to go on
a date with him. “I don’t want to be seen
with him, or anything.” It’s been difficult to get
over. Probably six years later, I am…
I’ve mostly got past it. Dating using apps is an advantage. I have never put a photo of me
in my entirety as my first photo. I don’t blame someone for making
a snap judgment if they see a photo of a disabled
person first. I think it’d be really easy
to just not click on that profile. I have no legs. It is, in many ways, my defining
feature. But, at the same time, I would
like people to consider me before they know that. The guy that hit me, my attitude has
always been – if he learnt anything from it, he learnt it the second he learnt
what he did. And if he didn’t, then no amount of
jail or punishment or me being resentful is going to
make him learn that. So, why on Earth would I be
resentful? Resenting someone is like drinking
poison and expecting that person to die. It doesn’t do you any good. My limb difference was elective.
I chose to… ..be this way. I had the accident on the 30th
October, 2013. And it was years before
I’d had the amputation. When I was originally injured,
I could never rest my right leg on anything, because of the pain
I’d get. I had physio to try and get better and I wasn’t getting anywhere. My best friend would come and visit
and he’d have my daughter up on his shoulders. They’d be
running around all over the place and it broke my heart. In my head, I’m like, “It should be
me doing that. “I want to chase my daughter.
I want to annoy her “and steal something from her, and
make her chase me.” And when I made my decision to take
my leg off, that was in the forefront of my
mind. It was an obvious choice. I had my amputation and this is
where I am now. People look sort of sideways. They don’t want to make it obvious
that they’re looking at you. You can ask me if you want, or you can touch it if you want. I’m not ashamed and I’m not
afraid. In my school, I was the first
child to actually have a limb difference. When you’re a young child, you don’t really notice it. You don’t really know that you’ve
got these differences. And the older I got, the more I
realised, “Oh, I am different. “This is strange.” People would, not maybe say
something, but it was the look of shock
on their faces, like “He’s got an arm
off.” And then more and more people
would point it out, making me feel weird and secluded
from everybody. I used to get a little bit bullied,
especially during football. A lot of the kids would say,
“Well, you can’t be a goalie, “because you’ve only got one hand.” I generally just felt like a freak. And I know that’s a very strong word
to use but I was bullied out of my football
team. I think some kids would bully
me because they’d never seen someone
with a missing limb. They just felt, because I was
different, that they must make me feel like crap, to make themselves
feel better. I would hide my hand a lot
as a teenager, especially. Dating…very awkward. I was so scared of the shock, of what people would say
about my arm. It was always the build-up
in my head that made things worse and then actually, at the end of it,
I was like, “Oh, actually, “things are all right. I don’t know
why I panicked in the first place.” The leg was amputated a few
months after the accident. They tried saving it, they did their
best. I was in hospital for a year
and three or four months. And once I got home,
I was in a wheelchair. I didn’t like the terms
“disabled” and “stump” and “amputation” and all that. It was a hard time, I wasn’t the
nicest of people to be around. Depression, obviously. Everybody around you starts moving
on. That hits you hard. I was doing stupid
things. Fell out with people. You know, it was that bad. I felt that alone, that separated,
that angry and mad. It was like, “Well, that’s how I
WILL feel if I don’t accept it.” I always wanted to get out the
chair. I was very adamant, “I’m learning to
walk.” When I look in the mirror, it’s
quite difficult, admittedly. I train, obviously,
bodybuilding and fitness. Although, I know how
off-balance I am. I know how I’d like to look
and could look. And I know the goals, physically, I
could achieve if I wasn’t put in this situation. I’ve only recently got my leg, so I’m still getting used
to everything. Even the pain, it’s new. I know there’s a lot of unknowns
and uncertainty about prosthetics. I want to clear a few things
up and share my experiences. Being an amputee, going through
rehab and meeting other amputees
is really interesting. It’s important to talk about issues
that people probably wouldn’t
normally come into contact with. I would have had no idea
what it was like to be an amputee, or what it was like to think
like an amputee, before this. And I think it’s nice to talk about
that. Three, two, one. I got hit by a drunk driver
six years ago. And you know, since then, it’s been
quite a long time. But I’ve been on and off prosthetics
quite a lot. I’ve been injured since 2013, but I’ve only been an amputee for
six-ish months now. Is this the solution? Has it worked? Yeah, massively. It’s going to be hard work and I’ve got a daughter,
who is the fastest thing. She does not stop. So, you’ve got to keep up. I can keep up with her better
than I could before. For you, how do you cope when you’re
having a nightmare day? When you wake up and you’re having
one of those days, I’ll go, “Eugh, I don’t want to get out of
bed. “I don’t want to put my legs on.
“They’re going to be sore.” And, you know, this is six years
later. I’m still having to face that. But, the world isn’t
going to wait for you. Like, you’re saying you’ve got a
seven-year-old daughter. Yeah. Like, she doesn’t care.
She’s too young. And so, the world makes the choice
for you. Have you stubbed your toe yet? Your non-existent toe? No. Oh, wait. It’ll hurt. Don’t. For a split second, it hurts. Really? For a split second, it’s real. I was in hospital for eight weeks.
Yeah. I had horrendous phantom-limb pain. It was the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever been through in my life.
It was awful. I’d rather live with the phantom
pains than what I was getting before, because the phantoms, for me
at least, they come and go really quickly. There’s a few things that are just
pure entertainment. The whole world of leg-related
comedy. You know – “One foot in the grave.”
“Haven’t got a leg to stand on.” BOTH: “I’ve really put my foot in
it.” The best thing out of this whole
process was meeting someone like you, seeing
somebody do something that I may be worried I’m not going
be able to do. Whether I can do it or not, you’re
motivation for me now. You’ve sort of set a standard. Yeah, that’s going to
help me, without a doubt. Well, thanks for saying that. I’m going to want a family,
at some point. Is it even a sensible thing
for someone in my position to do? Yeah. And to hear, you know, the
fact that you’ve got a daughter and you can still keep up. You know, it’s really nice to hear
that. The way my prosthetics work is I
have a hard outer socket. Like this. If I take it off… ..and stand it up, I have a silicon
liner, which just peels down. I’m quite lucky, actually. I’m a through-knee, which means
I can actually bear weight through the end of my stump. That is my foot and socket. This is my liner. This is the soft bit between me and
the hard carbon fibre. Three joints in the knee that allow
it to completely freely move. A spring in the foot, which helps
power you forward. I always said, with a leg, I didn’t
want it to look real because I didn’t want it to try and
look what it wasn’t. This fits only my arm. So, I turn it on. HAND WHIRS It’s actually using the muscles in
my arm. So, how you would be doing
that is how I can close. And if I do that, it opens. These ribs here push the air… ..and then that vacuum holds
it onto your leg. So, my three assistive devices
would be full-sized prosthetics, these are these small prosthetics,
and a wheelchair. The tall legs are, for me, the
hardest ones to use, by far. It’s no small reason for me
using my smaller prosthetics, which are easier to balance
on, more than I use the taller ones. I just don’t feel confident enough
to go and do a lot of things on the taller prosthetics because I’m worried about falling
over and everyone staring. I don’t like people seeing me
vulnerable. I don’t feel disabled
when I’m in a wheelchair. But, ironically, I get treated
as if I’m disabled in every sense. I’ve had people coming up to me. Whoever’s pushing, they’ll speak to
them, “How’s he doing?” It made me feel very little. Very… Like I wasn’t there. I’ve had my change handed
to my sister, when I’m out shopping, instead
of handed to me because, apparently, someone in a wheelchair can’t deal
with their own money. I was carrying my bag today. I get up to get off the train
and someone picks it up for me. You can ask me and I might let
you, but I don’t need you to do it. The more awkward thing is that I’m
left-handed, so people shake with
their right. I would try to shake upside
down with my left arm. And people would be like, “That’s
really weird.” I’m a normal person. I just happen to be a bit different. I wouldn’t say there was necessarily
a turning point. It just slowly started taking
steps in the right way. I set myself goals. I have done a disabled category
in bodybuilding. I’m just getting
into sprinting now, with the goal of the Paralympics. A couple of years ago, I started
helping Open Bionics. I was already into futuristic stuff
and this is all 3D-printed. I guess it’s because I wanted
a bionic arm, but I didn’t have any way of
going about getting one, and they being expensive
back when I was a kid. I’ve been testing these arms
for a while now and I’m just fascinated by the
technology and I’m just one of those lucky
guys that gets to wear one of these on a daily basis. I started looking at prosthetics and doing a Masters in
Bioengineering at Imperial College. There’s a lot of work still to do
to bring a prosthetic limb to the point of replicating
a biological limb and I find that really interesting. As an added bonus, you get
to feel like you’re helping people. This is what I’ve been working
for for the past two, three years. The favourite part of my body
is my prosthetic. It is my body now. Having it has given me my life
back. I see me as the person
that I was before all this, but I also see me now and it makes
you think about what I’m capable of.

100 Replies to “Bionic Men: The Naked Truth”

  1. I would totally date and marry either the guy without legs or the guy missing arm and leg they are both super SEXY!!! I have dated both guys missing both legs or 1 leg and LOVE it!!!!

  2. The guy who hit the post at 90 mph on a motorbike, he talks as if he’s the victim of someone else. He said if I wasn’t “put” in this position well he was the one breaking the law. He’s very lucky he didn’t kill someone else. Now he has the reminder of his own actions!

  3. Such brave guys, so full of courage, I would rather date any of these guys than most of the judgmental people out there.

  4. Wow…you guys are all amazing. Thanks for being brave enough to do this and educate us all. I think basically, the best thing for all of us to do in life, is to surround ourselves with a group of people who love and care about us…and toss the others to the kerb. If anyone was so superficial that they reject you because of your physical appearance, why would you want shallow and judgemental people like that in your life anyway?
    The comment about not being able to pull the same calibre of female after his accident, was a bit disheartening though…like why would anyone think that a woman who would've gone out with you before your accident, but not as you are now…be in any way 'better' than a woman who would gladly have a relationship with you, as you are now?? Maybe he's still a bit too young to have acquired that insight and wisdom as yet…but hopefully it'll come when he eventually meets the right girl.

  5. aww bless, i do think there is trauma related to them assuming folk are thinkimg different of them. Not to be niave, ignorant people do exist but like, no if i had a ate with a lad and he didnt have all his limbs thats not an issue……… credit report is a different topic lol

  6. I love this, it’s amazing what humans can live through, and prosper. No one needs to be abled to be successful

  7. I'm sending love and respect to you guys – yous all hot and are all comfortable in your own skin 👏👏❤️😀xx

  8. You guys are still awesome! A disability has nothing to do with your competence or personality…. The best thing is that you all are living and healthy…

  9. Awesome episode.

    (I hope the chap with the double leg amputation has a lovely partner, if not…👋🏻).

    😉

  10. Why the heck did they need to be interviewed naked?? I didn't notice at first; but when I did I found it extremely akward.

  11. Not gonna lie, I really have a thing for prosthetics. Not like sexually, but I think they are incredibly interesting. It's amazing how people can use their prosthetics to live a nearly normal life!

  12. I don't want to sound rude or offensive but I just think it's awesome and so cool that these people have bionic body parts, it sucks that you won't be "normal" but I would rather be unique and have a bionic arm or leg then conform and be "normal"

  13. Am I the only one who noticed how one of Jays nipples pointed up and one pointed down

    1:47 and 1:56 for reference

  14. I admire all of your courage and drive to make your live better. So proud of you.
    Ps. For those of you who are dating or trying. You should have a problem. You all sound like great gentlemen. It doesnt help that you are all very good looking.😉

  15. I respect all your strengths I don't know if I would feel the same thing. Thank you for sharing your experiences.

  16. My Dad is an amputee (his leg) and one of the ways he copes is to make a ton of leg related jokes so I loved that they mentioned that. He even let me take him for a pedicure and pissed himself laughing when I asked if we should get a 50% discount.

  17. Thanks for not forcing to see your junk . Oh, and it's ok to cover yourself wearing underwear in public! Try it

  18. You are what I call real men, no chip on your shoulder, real personalities and getting on with life's goals😊 best of luck

  19. The insight with which they're providing is golden for me. They tackle their issue of missing limb(s) with honesty; it's admirable.

  20. Lmao wtf. Hahahahahah lol this is fuckn stupid ..skip this shit.. why is there a bunch of sloppy ass unfit people naked missing limbs f**** disgusting

  21. How do you guys deal with your phantom pain? It drove me absolutely crazy for about a year until I got used to it, and eventually it went away as my brain slowly adapted to the ideas at that body part was no longer there. But in my case it’s a hell of a lot different than yours, you look at me, you can’t see anything missing, because everything taken from me was internal, because of Crohn’s disease and intestinal cancer, over 37 operations they removed 95% of my gastrointestinal tract, one of my kidneys and my half of my lungs. Before the surgery is the pain that I was in is completely undescribable, I was doubled over in agony for years, but once they removed it is a used organs, I still got those pains even though the organs were gone, it was the most bizarre sensation I’d ever felt. I remember asking my doctor if he was sure that they amputated the right things, I remember him laughing, and then telling me that Innoway I am an amputee, and internal one instead of an external one, but phantom pains still exist, as my insides slowly adapting to my new situation. It took me years for my body to finally level off, but until that happened, I was in absolute agony, but nothing could be done about it because the Oregon didn’t exist, it was merely my brain malfunctioning, feeling pain in places that were surgically removed, I pray none of you have to feel what that’s like, but for those of you who do, how long does your phantom pains last for, and how did you deal with them?

  22. PS – at the end of the video you make a very good points about how people treat you differently. It’s a social conscience that we need to change, but one that I don’t know how we can change. Even though you’re a fully able-bodied person, they treat you like you’re not even there, and it’s absolutely disrespectful and ignorant. As I mentioned in my previous post, all of my missing body parts are internal, but I did spend a great deal of time in a wheelchair, simply because I was too weak to walk after spending months and months in a hospital bed. It took me 1 1/2 years of physical therapy before I could walk again, because after you add up all the times I was hospitalized I sat in a hospital bed for a grand total of 4 1/2 years, not all at once, but it does take its toll regardless. I hated going out in public, because people would treat me so differently than they did when I was able to walk. Just what one of you guys mentioned, I was out shopping with my sister, and everyone would talk to her in reference to me, but not even look at me or talk directly to me as if I was some sort of invisible child. Are used to get so upset at store clerks, and people who used to be my friends who are no longer my friends, that simply either didn’t know how to address me because he felt so uncomfortable, or people who were just plain ignorance and thought I was the proverbial vegetable in a wheelchair, if you’ll pardon the crude term. So just like you guys, even though all of my amputations are internal, and I don’t referred to them as removal of organs, because they were taken away because of two deadly diseases, against my will and my wishes, in order to save my life. I know it sounds silly, but to me I look at it as an application. If they had just remove the very small piece of my intestine it would be different, but the fact that I’m never missing over 95% of my G.I. tract, half my long, and a kidney, all taken within one operation, I feel as though it was an application, but call it whatever you will, it still has the exact same mental affects is what these men have been through, perhaps more so, because as crazy as it sounds there are so many times I envy these guys. Living with an invisible disability, and I am classified as fully legally disabled, I was forced to quit work and go on permanent long-term disability for the rest of my life, I think is worse than actually having a missing limb. Because I often have to use my handicap parking space, but you cannot see my handicap, people treat me like dirt, give me dirty looks, call the police on me, because of course I must be faking it because I look “Normal“! It’s been a nightmare from which I cannot awake because it’s my reality, one that I am finally learning to live with after years of being angry at the world, bitter, isolated, you name it. If I had a choice between going through but I went through or having one of my limbs removed, I would choose for the limb removal in a heartbeat, because what I’ve been through is 100 times worse, seriously. Having any G.I. illness is embarrassing and humiliating as it is, but then to go through that many operations and nine different intestinal diversions, and living with a bag of shit stuck to your side for the rest of your life, is not something you can except overnight, at least I couldn’t. I was suicidal for many years, before all this happened I was a happy go lucky, friendly guy, but after it happened I was your worst nightmare, because I wasn’t mad at the world and I took it out on people who didn’t deserve it. I lost a lot of friends, not because of my attitude, but because not one of them came to see me in the hospital, that’s how I found out who my real friends were. It’s funny because the people I thought were my friends, never once came to see me, and the people that I didn’t think cared about me at all with the first ones there, and I’ve stood by my side through thick and thin. The one thing most people never take into account is the psychological damage that this does to somebody. It’s not a matter of just going in and having a couple of operations and then you go out fine, it doesn’t work that way. It’s taken me years to finally come to terms with what is happened over the past 30 years, and even still I see a psychiatrist every two weeks and I’m on three different medications to control my often overwhelming depression and anxiety, along with the PTSD I developed from the shock of going through all this. I know it’s not right to put myself in the same category as these men, but the psychological devastation is no different whatsoever, so I beg you all, the next time you encounter somebody who doesn’t fit the typical look you usually assume, don’t treat them any less than they are, just treat them as if they were a normal person, because they are a normal person! If they choose to talk about it fine, but do not ever bring it up, I find it incredibly rude, not to mention a huge invasion of my privacy, I will share what I wish to share. If they choose to talk about it fine, but do not ever bring it up, I find it incredibly rude, not to mention a huge invasion of my privacy, I will share what I wish to share.

  23. if i ever meet an amputee i would go up and say hi and like ask stuff about him/her not only his/hers amputee cuz i wanna get to know them befor i just start like showering them with question so ye

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