My Way

Amici miei,
vi invito a usare il pulsante dedicato al traduttore e a passare qualche minuto leggendo questo post estremamente realista e per nulla vittimista.
Io, da tetraplegica, mi ci sono rispecchiata.

Mantengo intatto il mio desiderio e il mio impegno per conservare la mia piccola grande vita indipendente.
Esattamente come il blogger Jamison!

Una dedica, un programma di vita in musica. Sempre Vicky ❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M90BHwNXn-0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP8HO9TGkbw

Jamison Writes

Sometimes I momentarily detach myself from my situation and think “Damn, this guy sure asks for a lot.” Then I get sucked back into my life and feel like the most selfish person. I know I’m being a bit harsh, so I do cut myself a lot of slack. After all, it’s not like I’m a healthy, bored suburbanite constantly asking for help or unloading my personal problems on other people without reciprocation. Instead, I have to rely on other people to do just about everything for (or with) me because I’m sick.

It’s easy for a healthy person to look at my life and say something dismissive like, “Oh, I bet he’s glad to not do laundry,” but that’s just not true. I used to love doing things for myself, even mundane or laborious chores. I loved doing dishes and cleaning surfaces. I even sort of enjoyed doing laundry…

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