The benefits of driving for those with SCI below C4

Over one-third of the 3,726 individuals with SCI studied by the Model System, indicated they drove their own vehicle.  The 37.6% who drive, report greater participation in the community, were more likely to be employed, and had greater independence than those who did not drive. 

This group had better mental and physical health, life satisfaction and higher incomes than non-drivers.

Anyone with SCI below C4 has good potential for driving a modified vehicle.  Driving rehabilitation and assistive technology services are helpful if not essential.

This study was reported in Arch Phys Med Rehabil. 2011 Mar; 92(3):477-83

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