We’ve discovered that if I don’t have to concentrate on propelling myself then I have just enough energy to participate in my surroundings. That means whenever we go to public spaces, whether a shopping trip or fun activity, we get me a wheelchair.
I confess I’ve cried a little each time. I’m not ready to be disabled. And I need to work on changing my mindset on needing the help of being pushed around. I’ve also cried and refused a motorized wheelchair at a store, then regretted it thirty minutes later when I was too exhausted to keep walking then fell asleep on our drive home.
This is my new normal. And I will accept it with grace.
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