Friday, 20 May 2016

Two lives? Not any more.

I read a post this morning by a fellow lupie about "getting frustrated about what you used to be able to do". While I long ago stopped doing this, it resonated strongly with me for the phrase "life seems to separate into the time “before” the incident and life “after” the incident."

This took me a very long time to get over. I used to say that I had had two lives. Worse, it felt like the first was the good and "proper" one, while the second was a bad, "wrong" one. For several years I hid all "evidence" of my "old life". For instance my old sports medals got put in a box under the bed. It was too painful to look at them.

But over time, this changed. My life now feels like a whole, albeit with a drastic life changing event at the start of adulthood. But it makes no more sense to say I had two lives than, say, for married couples to say they had two lives: pre and post marriage. They are just different stages of a varied colourful life with its ups and downs.

I won't say I don't get fed up about it. I always find the anniversary of the onset of my illness difficult. On the one hand I don't want to be ill. On the other hand I have been sick and disabled all my adult life. It has shaped who I am. So given the chance to go back and not become sick, would I do it? Perhaps not. It is confusing quite frankly.

What I would do given my current poor state of health is jump at the chance of an improvement. It doesn't even need to be a cure. I would just like to be well enough to go out and leave the house on a regular basis. Maybe even well enough to work again.

Anything else? I could take it or leave it. For instance I'm not that bothered about being able to walk or not. While access is still a nuisance, my wheelchairs would allow me to do most of what I want, if only my health would play ball.

But for all that I rarely think about cures or improvements.  I tend only to think about the things I can do right now. And if I do think back to my pre illness stage (or even my earlier less impairing stages of illness), I find they are not a source of frustration but one of joy. Those sports medals? They now hang on my bedroom wall and bring back a host of happy memories whenever I look at them.

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  1. VERYY INTERESTING I WASD LUCK ENOUGH TO SURVIVR UNTIL33 BEFORE MENTAL ILLNESS TOOK ME TO THE TOP OF A TUNBRIDGE WELLS MULTI-STOREY
    SORRY CAPS LOCK ERRORan accumulation of serious lfe events a history of depressionand severe stress at work combined so i do have pictures up of mde ding things to remind me when i could i didi still get very frustrated at needing care and not being able to do what i want when i want i still itch to go for a run which i could do over 20 years ago nowihad a sales career which in retrospect, while feeding and housing me did not do me ny goodi was a square peg tring to squeeze into a round hople could not leave work in the officeit enabled me tohave somdenice holidays amnd to see nive countries like greece, turkey thailand and australia a a disable person i ,'ve been to cyprus and mallorcanot the samewhen you ar beholden to the group i played sports into my thirties and count myself lucky in that respect so myh life is certainly one of two distinct partsi rember the trauma felt when thy wheeled in a heelchair overnight as with anyone who acquired sa disability i lost relationship, career,home,people who turned out to be fair weather friends that said the friends that remain are golden and i'm only too aware there are people much worse off than me

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