tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post4093199717103407744..comments2024-03-19T07:36:33.915-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: A Sole SoulDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-89061597231624044842016-11-19T00:57:03.030-05:002016-11-19T00:57:03.030-05:00Purpletta, thankyou for your kindness. Sadly my ex...Purpletta, thankyou for your kindness. Sadly my experiences are more the norm than the exception, and with the world getting uglier it doesnt feel like thats going to change anytime soon. I dont really know how to process that or my own experiences. And I genuinely dont know what support would look like anymore. I dont mean that in a depressed way, I mean it in a baffled, exhausted way. I don't know what would help and I don't know how to help. I dont know how to stop feeling sorry for myself and be useful. But I do appreciate your response, and thankyou again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16595277303954088344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-48798951696819826802016-11-17T01:09:44.391-05:002016-11-17T01:09:44.391-05:00h smith, Your post has been sticking with me since...h smith, Your post has been sticking with me since I read it Monday. Very sorry this has been your experience. Is there anything this community can do to provide support? Sending you good thoughts & hoping people around you realize how much they miss your being included as part of the group. <br />-Purpletta <br /><br />-- I can be reached at <> if you want to communicate further. All the best!Purplettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08534359464745707836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-88353459114255218912016-11-14T16:32:26.916-05:002016-11-14T16:32:26.916-05:00My life since I became a wheelchair user has been ...My life since I became a wheelchair user has been exactly the disconnected aloneness that people fear about disability. I'm not loved, valued or even stood up for and there is now no one in my life who isnt paid to be there. I've been housebound and shut away from the world for 4 years and literally no one cares that my whole life has been taken from me, because I'm disabled so I'm no longer a 'real human person'. So able bodied peoples fears/terrors about becoming disabled are very real. But its not the disability that does this, its people and attitudes and choices to exclude. People could do and be different and then disability wouldnt be scary or life ending, but as long as people dont change the very realistic fears about becoming disabled wont either.<br /> Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16595277303954088344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-30090462466277479952016-11-14T13:14:10.672-05:002016-11-14T13:14:10.672-05:00People in general don't think before they spea...People in general don't think before they speak. That is why they cling to their own little groups.<br /><br />If you go out of your tribe, where every word is automatically understood in the correct tribe context, you end up in awkward uncomfortable conversations with 'others.'<br /><br />People don't like the uncomfortable feeling (instead of using it to THINK).<br /><br />Most people are not self-aware.ABEhrhardthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17211038591900883672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-8994392764429464902016-11-13T15:05:13.664-05:002016-11-13T15:05:13.664-05:00Very complex subject. Yes, you are valued, you are...Very complex subject. Yes, you are valued, you are loved, but you are also alone. Isn't that the human condition? Often you find great peace in your alone times, you write about simply watching the world around you, not wanting that to be interrupted. Being alone must be a natural part of the aging process, as friends and loved ones drop out of sight. I haven't given much thought to being perceived as alone because I'm disabled. Perhaps I'm too much inside my own conversation to care what others think of me. Oh, sure - when I was younger, but I learned from Earnie and my mom how to be alone and cherish it. As for the tyranny of the toilet, I have wiped the asses and cleaned up several people I loved. You do it for a baby you love, and again at the end of life. Nothing horrible or shameful about it. Makes me a kind of nurse, I guess. And I do like what nurses do.bdagamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15519468310081778248noreply@blogger.com