accepting help

posted on September 1, 2007 - 11:54am
Three times I broke my right foot. Three times in the same place — directly below my big toe. Strangers would ask why I was on crutches and wearing a cast, and I concocted elaborate stories to explain my temporary impairment. “Skiing, over the holidays,” I’d say. “Car accident. The vehicle was totaled so a broken foot is a minor inconvenience.” “Dancing. My partner has two left feet.”
posted on July 1, 2005 - 2:11pm
QUEST Vol. 12, No. 4
Let’s be honest: There aren’t many positive aspects to living with a disability. I trip. I fall. Reality sucks. Life’s miserable. Disability ruined my life and undermined my independence. These pessimistic thoughts dominated my life for almost 11 years after I received a diagnosis of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) in 1994. But recently I’ve come to realize that these negative aspects distort the...