I haven’t been using my powerchair over the past many months, partly because I’ve been having trouble getting a new cushion and partly because I enjoy, really enjoy, pushing myself. The powerchair would handle the snow with no problem, but it increases my dependence on it’s motors rather than my arms. I don’t want to lose strength and then in the spring have to face a difference kind of immobility.
We’re going to look into ways that we may be able to deal with the mobility issues but if anyone has ideas I’m ready to listen.
Tonight we are going to the kids Christmas pageant and even though I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have to admit the thought crossed my mind about the snow and the getting in and out of the building. I had to actively stop my thoughts in their tracks.
I have an odd way of being in this world, if it’s something I’m fighting for that I believe in, I’d never entertain giving up. But when it comes to me, I have a long history of just giving up. Maybe, I realize because I don’t really believe in me, in the cause of ‘me’, in the need of ‘me’, maybe I give up on the person who was called a loser for many years of his childhood. Maybe I feel safer fighting for someone else, than I do for myself.
But I’m working on giving up giving up on myself.
I say that.
Not quite ready to believe it.