Am I the only person that is seething with the desire to tell all
helpers (be it human, webpage, or book) to go fly a kite? I feel like
such a twerp for having these feelings, but dear lord! A nice lady
decided to assist me today, despite my protests, and I think my toe is
broken. Not to mention the fact that I noticed she gave herself a
hernia lifting the shopping bags I could have placed into the trunk
myself. I appreciate that she was kind enough to help out... really I
do... but dammit when I smile and say, "No thanks, I got it." That
should be ENOUGH! Yesterday I was pretty sure my brain was liquifying
in my skull and that little bugs were gnawing at my sinus cavity, I
would have eaten her alive. I cannot be held responsible for my actions
under such conditions.
That being said, it is great that we live
in a place where people seem to genuinely care about others. It really
is. While in Philly, my trials were sometimes comic fodder for my
neighbors. I am still pissed off about hearing chuckles as I crawled
into the house because I couldn't navigate the ice and being mugged
while pregnant. But, I need a happy medium.
I am also frustrated
with the webpages and books intending to help those of us with
disabilities adapt to parenthood and the world at large. It all seems
so irrelevant. Admittedly it is hard to appeal to the masses because
our needs are so individualistic. But why suck so bad. Yes, I am just
complaining, I have no real solution. I just needed a forum to rant.
That is all....
