Self awareness

Yes, I am very aware of the fact that, as far as disabilities go, I am extremely fortunate to be where I am and not much worse off.

I’m lucky just to be alive.

But I am disabled and to say it is frustrating just doesn’t come close enough sometimes.

Blame the brain injury if you want.

Whatever the reason I felt the way I did to write that last post, it is true, for a lot of people.

And if you’re reading this and think you don’t have enough of a problem to complain sometimes, just remember what a physical therapist once told me when I said I felt guilty because I wasn’t as bad as some of the other people at rehab: Everyone has their own level of disability and needs help.

He was serious and he was right and he seriously wanted to help me get better so that I could be as good as I could be. 

I guess it’s OK to feel sorry for yourself sometimes, just don’t wallow in it.  I usually only get as bad as that when I hear people talk about how people on disability are lazy fakers who just want to mooch off the government.  I guess that’s how they justify cutting social services and still sleep at night.

I would love to be able to work.  Everyone I know who is disabled would love to be able to work.  Sometimes you just don’t get what you want.

I seem to keep alluding to songs in my posts.  What’s up with that?