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
Unruly Bodies 
I know the feeling, I have a physical disability on the right side of my body, and I don’t feel like a burden to others, I still feel as though I should be able to do everything by myself, I have a physical disability, the right side of my body is weaker than my left side and I don’t particularly don’t like asking people for help for things that I feel I can do myself, but if there I something that I know I can’t do myself I will ask someone. Some people will just help you without asking, and that’s fine as well but I still get annoyed that I couldn’t do it myself. As a child, growing up with a disability, I wasn’t angry or frustrated that I was disabled, I just saw it as a part of my life and something I had to get used to and couldn’t help.
My little sister is also going through a similar problem. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a permanent physical disability, but a temporary one because the problem comes and goes. For a while now, one or both of her feet continue to randomly swell up, and she experiences episodes of discomfort and extreme pain. Lord knows all the CAT scans and x- rays that have been done on her, and the doctors can’t find anything wrong with her. My mom is always super worried about her, especially making sure that she wears her bandage and special shoe daily. You can tell my sister is either tired of this whole situation, or doesn’t want to be a bother, as she always looks annoyed and isolates herself even more while she is unwell. Now that the swelling has gone down, she is considerably healthy again, but I know it is straining on her, myself and the family, as we continuously keep a watch on her to see if the symptoms flare up again.