I feel part of this blog's function is to share some of the difficulties of being disabled, even if it doesn't make for comfortable writing, or reading, for that matter.
I am so often inspired by Lene's blog, and those of others that I feel a need to share some of my difficulties as well, in the hopes that my words may help someone facing similar issues feel less alone, sort of paying it forward I guess.
Anyway. On to the hard part.
This summer I have entered a new phase of life; one in which I can no longer 100% care for myself in personal matters like bathing.
I won't get into the nitty gritty details, that would likely be TMI, but as a consequence of losing weight, my skin folds have increased. Combined with a lessened ability to stand, constrained (small) bathtub and my weight lifting restrictions and I cannot keep them healthily clean on my own. Even with Oscar's help, there is damage we cannot seem to heal. Oscar is very willing do do what needs to be done, but I am seeking another solution with the help of my doctor.
I feel strongly that it would be best for both of us if my care in that area were handled by a professional, Oscar already has too many burdens.
I didn't realize how deep the emotional wound not being able to bath myself was until I was leaving a message for my doctor's medical assistant, asking for help and advice to heal the damage that is in the folds of skin.
I began to cry, and it was like a dam burst. I am usually more aware of my emotional state than that (or I try to be). So I am posting this deeply personal entry both to lance that wound, and to share, in hopes that if any one else is in a similar situation, they know they are not alone.
Thank you for listening.