Reopening Old Wounds

Apparently it’s Blogging Against Disablism Day. I must admit I tend to lose track of which day is supposed to raise awareness of what. There are 365 days, and thousands of causes. Nevertheless, I’ll say a few words.

Why I need to get a wheelchair

I have no doubt that there will be people who will look at the title of this post and think, “Why on earth would you get a wheelchair? You can walk. I’ve seen you!” Well yes, that is true, I can still walk. Sometimes. Kind of. That’s why I feel I should explain in advance, and hopefully avoid some questioning later.

Social Skills 0 – Self Pity 1

This evening I managed to upset somebody I really care about. I made a joke which, it turns out, wasn’t funny. Worse still, I did so publicly. I don’t want to get bogged down with excuses about my mind being wired in a certain way and having relatively low social intelligence for someone of high IQ; at the end of the day I’m 30 years old, and I feel about 13. I don’t understand why I haven’t learnt the lessons of all the previous situations where I’ve made similar mistakes, and I feel like a complete idiot.

Unresolved Issues

This year, I didn’t make any New Year resolutions. I’ve done it some years, and I find it’s mostly a case of setting yourself up for a fall. With an arbitrary start point (Jan 1) and an arbitrary deadline (Dec 31) there is pressure from beginning to end. But over the midwinter period I had a bit of a think about my priorities and I have some ambitions for the coming months:

Why going back to church is hard

It’s no secret that we’ve hardly been to church for the last year or so. There have been a whole succession of reasons for this, there’s no one single cause. For instance, our car has decided to object to the cold weather. But even if it didn’t, Sally seems to be working most Sundays and it can take both of us to deal with E at church sometimes. And this period of absence began with both of us suffering health problems, which are not yet resolved. When we have been able to join in worship, it’s not always been at our own church, which means that we’ve seen very little of our Christian family.