I'm not always sure how to address the issue of being "disabled." Since I had GBS when I was two, I don't really know the difference. For at least 28 years I pretended that nothing was wrong. Sure, I wore AFO's and walked funny, but I was just like every one else.
It seems ironic, in my mind, that it took hanging out with a bunch of crippled people to figure out that I actually AM different from everyone else. This is the best part of being part of the National Team. Even better than the awesome kits. I finally realized that there are people "like me."
"But you don't look disabled."
"You got beat by someone with ONE leg?"
"You're tired? You never go out!"
Why, yes! To all of the above. I can fake being normal pretty well, but the bottom line is I'm not playing with a full deck and it's about time I give myself some credit for that.
The most difficult concession I've made is that I'm tired. All. The. Time. And it's not necessarily my fault. It's part of who I am. I can't expect myself to "keep up with the __________'s." Today, I spent 2 hours cooking food for the week and I'm exhausted. I want to finish cleaning my house, have all of my laundry folded and organized by color, iron all of my clothes that I just washed, lay out all of my clothes for the week and then go to church, be social and support the friend who needs help. But I can't. I'm exhausted.
So instead of pushing the limits, I'm going to rest. The mess will be here tomorrow. And hopefully so will I!