He despised how slow he had become almost as much as he despised the biweekly physical therapy sessions designed to help him, not so much for the discomfort they caused but because he hated being surrounded by those like himself. He did not want to see his own weakness reflected in others. He hated the headaches and the medication and the scars and the wounds,
Welcome to becoming disabled, I think those of us that do, out of the blue for no reason, have it harder, what we’ve lost, trying to reconcile what we now are to what we were.
We take things the wrong way because we don’t like to feel that we can’t do this or that, we want to prove we still can, no matter the cost, being or showing or knowing we can’t, it’s like acid in a wound….
