I can honestly say that I never really minded having a disability, in fact as a social worker it is a handy asset. However, shortly before my big 5-0 Bday, a substantial illness compromised everything; my life was tossed into a blender and it did not result with a smoothie.
Instead, a wheelchair, breathing ventilator, various gadgets, and flesh and blood helpers greeted me each day. This change forced me to stop my work activities and a whole lot more.
I admit that I expressed a lot of “F-words” over the next two years; frustrated, fatigued, and frightened. Essentially, I had to practice what I preach in a big way in order to move forward (hey another F word) and create the best new version of me.
It took a while, but I worked my way out of the wheelchair and gained back a small amount of upright mobility. It was my “Neal Armstrong giant womankind step” moment (hallelujah!).
I continue to walk, now aided by a walker, and use a zippy scooter for my shop-till-you-drop adventures.