I’m almost 3 months out of surgery, and finally able to walk on my own two feet. Mostly. Some of the time. My next goal is to be able to walk fully without the walking boot and I’m making progress. Slow and steady.
In one of my previous posts, I was questioning whether I could count myself as disabled if I might regain my abilities later. This is where the Internet magically helped me come to grips with the fact that yes, I have been disabled for 16 months and counting.
This post is a big, loving shoutout to #Disabled and #Spoonie Twitter. Seriously, I love all you beautiful and wonderful people who helped me not only accept where I’m at but accept me even though I should be abled again. Their support helped me get through 2.5 months where somedays all I could do was shower and go back to bed. I had people to talk to when the rest of the world just didn’t get it. #Disabled and #Spoonie Twitter were incredibly supportive, let me vent, and I hope I supported them as much as they supported me.
I don’t want this story to be about how “inspirational” disabled people are to the ableds of the world. Nor do I want it to be about how they inspired me, even though many of them did. And I don’t want this post to be about how broken our society is when it comes to treating disabled people, how inaccessible most of the world is, and how difficult things can be when you have chronic health issues; that could fill an encyclopedia.
This is a letter of gratitude to disabled Twitter for helping me through an incredibly difficult journey. I see you. I am grateful for each and every one of you.