Mobility issues creep up on you without you realising that you’re constantly making adjustments for your size.
This year has been one of accepting my limitations. I’m not immobile, in some ways, far from it. But I’d say that I’m no longer independent.
Can I stand up? Yes, but I need my walker and it might take a few attempts which is pretty tiring. So if someone is here to help, it’s just much easier.
Can I remain standing? Yes, again with my walker. But only for a short period of time.
Can I walk? Well, I can waddle. I manage within the home. But going out, I’m in my scooter. Once I’m on the scooter, it’s great. I can go wherever I want. But I need help to get on and off it and help getting it and myself in and out of the car.
Can I wash and dress myself? No. This has been the hardest one to come to terms with.
So in my experience it’s far more complex than people think. Sometimes I feel ashamed and embarrassed that I need help, sometimes it feels great because it’s very relaxing and reassuring, sometimes I’m in denial about it.
3 months
