In a couple of months, I will hit the 3 year point. That translates close to 1,100 days and over 26,200 hours. But, who's counting? I am. Is 3 years a long time? There are people who have been paralyzed a lot longer with conditions a lot worse than mine. A lot worse than mine. How should that make me feel? After 3 years, I can't answer that. That is what is so damn hard being paralyzed. I have thought about it and thought about it, it seems like every one of close to the 25,000 hours as of this moment. Other than proving to myself that I know how to use a calculator, what does the recognition of this time frame accomplish? Is the passing of this mile stone contemporaneous with a serenity that hopefully evolves after one has had the time to reflect? This reflection hopefully allowing one to realize that there is really very little control we have in our lives. That we should aspire to be at peace with our self and our lot in life. The question regarding that aspiration and the means necessary to achieve it is the hardest challenge this paralytic has ever faced.
I like to think of life as a series of plateaus. From the day we are born, we start on a lifelong journey jockeying for position so we may reach the next level. This is of course contingent on where we are in life. Through the passages of life a person recognizes that this ascent has to end. This understanding is reflected in most people coming to terms with the most basic fact of our existence. The fact being that our earthly sojourn is so temporary and we have to try to make the best out of each day. Because this is reality and any rational person can only recognize it as such.
These life changes are meant to be gradual. If a person on his ascent, the plateaus come too easily, then that could have a detrimental effect on that person's psyche. Society is replete with people whose personalities are enveloped by elevated hubris fueled by delusions of their importance. In other words they are real assholes. A person like that has very little understanding about how he/she is supposed to fit into society in that life is all about give and take.
Conversely the descent can be very problematic. It too is supposed to be very gradual. If it is not, then that could have a detrimental effect on that person's psyche. As opposed to hubris, this person's psyche is enveloped by a state of dependency. I hate having to be dependent and I don't know how to deal with it.
Most people reflect. The reflection I think is most meaningful if they were able to learn important life lessons in their journey. In the past, I have held many jobs that I really hated. I guess I have paid my dues. When a person who has paid his dues reflects, perhaps he will think in terms of I am sure glad I don't have to do that anymore. I sure don't miss cleaning toilets. In the context of his psyche, he can realize that part of his life was just part of a normal sequence that has led to growth. Maybe this person can think of himself as being fortunate that he doesn't have to do this anymore.
In the time since I have become paralyzed I have done a lot of reflecting. The reflecting in the aforementioned case hopefully gives one a sense of comfort. My current reflecting does the opposite. Maybe it's me and maybe I was just spoiled. But, there is no way that I could say that I don't miss walking, getting an erection, peeing into a toilet and the other aspects of my life that were taken for granted, which were abruptly stolen on that fateful day in October. As much as I want serenity now I really don't see it happening.
But is that really so bad? You see I really hate being paralyzed. This has not taught me any important life lesson and if it did between you and me, it is not worth giving up walking or never being able to get laid again. I am just being honest with my feelings. This wheel chair is holding me hostage. Am I supposed to acquiesce and let my psyche submit to Stockholm Syndrome? I am a prisoner being held hostage in this bleeping chair. That is the way I see it. There is no way I can sympathize with my captor.
I will continue to try to laugh and make the most out of my life. Upon reflecting, I sure wish I could clean toilets.
BE STRONG




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