Hey dparwaugh55,
I believe having an injury as a child, it can be easier to adapt and therefore easier to manage the acceptance. By no means am I making light of the circumstances nor the resulting injury, not at all. I believe as children we are much more resilient and adaptable to change. As we mature we become set in our ways, understand/comprehend our abilities(and limitations). We then build our lives around our abilities. For many of us, well, at least certainly for me, those abilities fed me, clothed me and gave me an identity. Then… …POOF… …they were all gone. Now what???
I completely understand the judgement of others be that by bullying, putdowns or people trying to be overly helpful or overly compensatory. being treated as fragile and talking about me in the third person, like 'Hello, I am right here…" this is one of my biggest bugbears, I HATE IT!!! I am pleased that you have found some comfort with in your God. My concept of a ‘god’ has been smashed beyond repair, so there is no use for me even going there.
I do believe having an understanding of the fact [quote=“dparwaugh55, post:39, topic:60”]I have no choice to accept it [/quote] is key to that acceptance and for me admitting the fact has become my stumbling block. The words ‘I can’t’ or ‘I cannot’ are a challenge, not a resolve. I don’t want to admit, I can’t. Previously I could, so why not now? S L O W L Y I am coming to the realisation of it all, but I do get so very frustrated by it all. I also think having your sister to help you remember is a massive plus. My memory is bad and my wife often assists and reminds me, she’s a bit older than me and I keep thanking her 'cos that was supposed to be my job to assist her in her old age, not the other way around and I’m not even OLD. well, as I keep reminding her “I’m not as old” as she is, at least that’s my excuse.