Sometimes it can be really hard to deal with the bad things that happen in life when you are disabled. This is because you are still disabled when the bad things happen.

Over the past few days I have had a family member in hospital, and now that they are home and on the mend I want to write about how that was for me at a disabled person. I’m aware this is selfish but as I’ve said before my blog is my place to be selfish.

It was difficult for me knowing that I wasn’t able to be there for them independently, knowing that I needed help to help them. And trying to be more of a help than a hindrance to there recovering.

Having those around me in hospital is a difficult reminder for me of the perminace of my disability. That regardless of the situation I can’t do a lot of physical things to help. It was difficult to not be able to help as much as I wanted but I did my best and I have to remind myself of that.

I just wish I could do more, because what I can do, never feels like enough.