I begun writing this post with the knowledge that someone close to me will be going to the hospital soon, and while it is unlikely to be serious, I’m going to refrain from posting this until I know that to be sure. And yes I am doing this to save myself from more guilt than I already feel in this situation.

I am torn as I write this post, by that little voice in my head telling me not to make this about me. That I already make to many things in life about me. But I still have emotions that I want to express when it is safe to do so, and this is my blog, my safe space to do that. So despite the conflicting feelings about writing this post I am going to do my best to continue.

All that said know by the time this is posted, the situation they are facing will be clear. They will no longer be in hospital, and this is all I will be saying on their health as it is not my place to discuss someone else’s health.

What I really want to focus on is what it’s like as a disabled person to have someone you care about going into hospital.

In truth, this depends largely on why they are going into hospital and particularly how serious the problem is. I’m sure this is the case for everyone. But where I believe this whole situation is different for me as a disabled person, is asking the question, will I cause more problems being involved.

Sometimes largely due to the inaccessibility of the world around me, choosing to involved in a situation is something I must consider carefully. And his applies to hospital visits.

I could end up causing more of a problem than being helping by going to the hospital. I could end up taking the attention from them if they do not appear to be in need of help on face value. This is due to people assuming I am always the person in a situation that needs help. I can never be the person there to provide help.

If I have to go to an inaccessible or even just unfamiliar location like a different hospital. It can quickly feel like I become an obstacle to them receiving care, as my accessibility is something else that needs to be considered as well as providing the correct care.

If a problem occurs in the middle of the night, I cannot simply get up and go to the hospital. This is because I need carers to physically get me out of bed, and for public transport or accessible taxis to be available in order for me to get to the hospital. This means I am unable to be anyone’s emergency contact. While I know that this makes perfect sense because I am unable to be the help. I want to be in the situation. I’m unable to be there for the people I care about when they need me.

Sometimes it is better for the person I care about for me to simply stay away.

When my mum was in hospital the reason she died in hospital and not at home was so that I could be there. If she went home I couldn’t be due to the layout of her house. This is something I am as grateful as it’s possible to be in this situation for. As I got to be there for my mum. I got to do my best to care for her when she needed me. But it is probably always something I am going to have mixed feelings about. I will always wonder if she could have had a better death at home.

I do not want to be the centre of attention, I do not want to take any attention. But I feel lil my disability forces me to be in almost all situations. And I have to deal with the guilt that comes a long with this. Usually silently, so I don’t unnecessarily take more of the attention from the person who is unwell.

I just want to help. And hospital are usually situations where I am no help at all. So I just try my hardest to be there when asked and not to be in the way. To cause the lease problems and not drown in my helplessness caused by the lack of help I can provide.

The reality of being disabled all your life. My health having been the way it is for my whole life, the novelty has warm off with certain parts of my reality. This can leave me feel in like other people’s health problems are taken more seriously than mine. Other people get the novelty, that they deserve, but I don’t qualify any more.

Me being in hospital for certain issues in my life is just the norm now. I think there are some ways that this makes dealing with the problem for me easier. As I don’t have to worry about how everyone else is going to react. But I am also left with the emotional baggage of not having that support.

Tied to this is also the fact that my disability and health problems feel like such a big part of my identity, whether I want it to or not. This means that sometimes in the pat it has felt like people are stealing my identity by being ill. And yes I know how crazy and self dented that sounds.

While I don’t feel this as strongly any more, as I find my identity outside of my disability and the problems I cause. It sort of feels like the feelings are always going to be there.

Ultimately I know if I am not the one in hospital it is not about me. And my emotions should and will take be a second to whoever is in need in that moment. But being in the way, my helplessness in the situation, and feeling a loss of identity. Will likely always be something I find myself dealing with whenever someone I care about is ill.,