What child would ever want to grow up with many physical disabilities? Certainly not me!!
Well unfortunately that was my life from the age of 8 till I was 16. When I was 8 I went into the doctors for a routine check up and when my doctor did a CAT scan of my brain he realized that I had a substantial amount of fluid on my brain that could either kill me or cause me to have to mental problems. In order to get the fluid to drain from around my brain they would have to insert a tube that would go from my head down to my stomach. I remember after every surgery I was contained to the bed for a week and this disability began to ware on me to the point where I was always angry. For someone who had never had to deal with a disability to all of sudden having to have someone else help you 24/7 it made me feel like I was becoming a burden and that was a feeling that I hated. I had the mindset that I would put myself in more danger before I asked anyone for help. Although my mom said she was there to help it just didn’t feel right. Now when I turned 16 that was when things were the worse for me because being in high school there is now an image that I was trying to keep up. However, I had knee surgery and was on crutches for about four months. Every time I would need to get out of the bed, my mother would have to come and help me, if I needed to get down the step she would have to slowly guide me down to make sure that I placed no weight on my leg. For those four months my life changed to the point where I felt pretty hopeless and I just wanted to stay in my room. What made it worse for me is when I went back to school I became everyone’s charity case and everybody just felt sorry for me and wanted to help me and it made me feel as though they thought I wasn’t capable of doing for myself. I mean shoot I wasn’t but I was willing to try rather than ask for help. My experience with physical disabilities has made me look at others with physical disabilities different now and I try to treat them as though there is nothing wrong with them unless they ask me for help or show signs of a struggle. Although I’m not injured now I am pretty sure that if I ever become physically disabled again I’m still going to do for myself rather than ask for help because I absolutely hate feeling like a burden