There are 7 different levels of quadriplegia that are related to the levels of injury. I broke my fourth cervical vertebrae which classifies me as a C4 quadriplegic which leaves me paraylzed from the shoulders down. c1-3 quadriplegics are paralyzed from their neck down and some have to depend on ventilator to breathe because their lungs and diaphragm are effected due to the high level of their injury. I had to use a ventilator for about two months after my injury. When I went to rehab I had to be weaned off it which I had to learn to breathe on my own again. The levels of c5,c6, and c7 effect people different and some have different uses of their arms but their arm is weakened and some have use of their hands in different degrees. The line of paralysis in those levels is from the nipples/armpits down.
Quadriplegia means that all four limbs are effected in some way. Some quadriplegics are very independent physically and can do most of their care. Unfortunately in my state other people have to be my arms and legs which is hard to deal with at times but I feel I'm lucky because I have my mental facilities in tact and I could have a career someday. At the time of my accident I was a college dropout and I had been working in real estate. I was in the hospital and rehab for about six months and during that time I went through a bouts of depression and wanted to die. Social workers and psychologists at the rehab facility encouraged me to enroll back in college later on after my release.
I moved back with my parents and enrolled in college last spring. I'm able to take some online classes and my college provides me with two aides who help me in class. I can control my computer, TV and a few electronics with voice activation and I control my wheelchair with a blow straw control. My parents do most of my care and we have a nurse and a caregiver who come every other day to help out. The things I hate the most are being fed meals by other people and having to be bathed and dressed by others. Some days I try laughing at the fact that someone has to feed me and I even thought about having custom bibs made up.