Tag: Help

I couldn’t get in my chair today.

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That’s sort of a lie. I was in it for maybe an hour? It just hurt to much.

There’s something not right with the cushion on the chair and it leaves the bar digging into my legs in a way that gives me pins and needles.

The immediate problem is fixable by getting out of my chair and moving the cushion forward. But there needs to be a bigger problem before I call and ask for help to fix the wider issue of the cushion moving. At least that’s what I tell myself, maybe I’m wrong and making myself suffer. I don’t know. Thanks anxiety. I just don’t feel like this is a big enlightened problem yet to get help with.

Today I just got out of my chair again, into my other chair, which to be honest has its own problems but at least doesn’t cause me as much pain.

I’m honestly tired of needing these mobility aids. Of the guilt I feel when they brake and needing help to fix them. But this is me for the rest of my life and I know that I have to accept that, it’s just hard.

I wish I didn’t need all this. I wish I could solve my own problems. To be honest I really wish I didn’t as much help as I do. Needing help consistently takes its toll. And I can’t just not have help for a while. I can’t have a brake from needling someone, from being disabled.

The best I can do isn’t always what you ask of me.

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I’m getting my hair done over the coming days, and I’m worried.

I’m worried because I can’t follow the guidance exactly how I would like to. But I’ve tried my best. I can only wash my hair on certain days in the week and in the evening, due to my carers. But this isn’t something that someone would know about me without me saying. And don’t know how I’m supposed to bring that up to people who don’t me.

When you need help to do things, doing things when you want isn’t always an option. But I do my best.

I have to deal with the anxiety of this alongside the anxiety of having someone new cut my hair. This is the first time I will be paying for someone to come to my home to do it. As the family members that usually do it are unable to do it right now, or ignoring me.

I don’t want to risk going to a standard hairdresser as I’ve done this before and it’s been difficult due to accessibility.

Once I rang a hairdresser to ask if they were accessible, and they assured me that they were. However, when I got there, there was a step outside the building.  I questioned this and their answer was that once so was inside the place was accessible. I pointed out that I couldn’t get inside due to the step. Their solution was to give me a free coupon for that Salon, the one I couldn’t get in.

So I don’t want to risk that again. This is why I’m using a mobile hairdresser. But it doesn’t come without concern for me, nothing seems to come without concern.

I have told them I am in a wheelchair, but I worry that they will just forget that. That they will say they can’t do it because I’m in a chair, or for some other reason I haven’t thought of. 

Logically I’m sure it’ll be fine, but I’m still worried.

Anxiety sucks.

And I just wish that I was able to go into a regular hairdresser and get it done somewhere where I wouldn’t be a problem. 

It’s difficult when dealing with a world that’s so inaccessible to you, to not blame yourself for the reason things are so difficult. Logically I know this is not my fault, but emotionally which is the side that always seems to win, its so much more difficult to deal with.

But getting my hair done seems worth it. After it’s done I just feel like I can breathe, if that even makes sense.

All this said, wish me luck for tomorrow. I honestly feel like I need it.

Choices.

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Or lack there of.

When I need help to do something that I don’t have any control with when and sometimes how it will be done.

I like to walk the dogs first thing in the morning, simply to get it done. But if the person I live with disagrees, like they did this morning, I have to wait for them to want to do it.

I loose the argument of when things get done when I need to help to do them. And today is just one example of many.

Sometimes it really gets to me, the simple fact that often I can’t just do what I want when I want. The fundamental lack of control is something I don’t think you can really understand the impact of unless you experience it.

The inaccessible of the irrational.

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It may be a hodge assumption on my part, but I truly believe we all do irrational things from time to time. Like checking the front door is locked, or in my case the same spot on the floor is clean.

Just because you’re disabled, and doing these irrational things might be more difficult for you, doesn’t mean it takes away the desire to do them. I wish it did.

I sometimes wish I didn’t want to do the difficult things in life and then maybe my life wouldn’t feel so difficult. But in reality it means that I would have to do not want to do almost everything. Even then it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t experience these feelings again. And I know no one can live a life and not do anything.

I want to check that the same spot I watched my the person I live with clean on the floor is clean, but to do that I need her help. I need her to put the cleaner in reach, and of course she asked why I wanted this. So when I told her the truth she got upset with me, as if I’d accused her of not cleaning it properly. This isn’t what I was doing. It’s just annoying me, and I would feel better if I could check it.

If I wasn’t disabled, or to phrase it from happier me, if my home were more accessible. I would be able to do this without asking for her help, and so I wouldn’t annoy her. But it isn’t so I have annoyed her.

Sometimes I just want to do things for myself, but that is almost never possible when you’re me. That really gets to me sometimes. To be honest it makes me feel like my own existence is inaccessible to me. But this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced this, and I don’t think it will be the last.

This blog is honestly one of the only places I feel truly free, and as in control as possible.

I’m going to try and do the floor now, wish me luck.

After writing this post last night ready to post this morning I discussed it further with the person I lived with and they cleaned the floor for me, meaning that I didn’t need to do it myself. I have some thoughts about that that I wanted to share as well.

So I didn’t have to clean the floor myself, which saved me physically, but I feel like having someone else do something for me again has had an emotional impact on me. I know I could have done it myself if I was given the chance, but sometimes when you visibly struggle doing something, people don’t want to give you the chance, I think that’s what happened here. They meant well, but they didn’t even want to let me try to do it themselves, and I didn’t want to upset them by arguing that I could do it myself. So I just let them do it.

It makes me feel like I’ve failed at another physical goal I have set myself, I feel like I’ve failed at something that’s so simple that I should be able to do myself. I just wanted to try, to have it done my way, and I didn’t get that. I’m trying not to feel to guilty about that honestly, but it can be very hard. To be honest with you, I rarely get the chance to have things done the way that I want to. But that’s just what happens when you need a lot of help from others, you rarely if at all get any control over it.

It sounds ungrateful, I know. But just imagine if you had no say in all the little things around you. If you couldn’t decide exactly how your coffee was made, because when someone does a lot for you, you can’t ask them to remake coffee that is just wrong. That’s to ungrateful.

It’s not being able to do the little things that really get to me. And that’s why I’m trying not to overthink the floor, remind myself it’s done now, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t really matter now.

I’m glad I have the help I have, I just want the space and time and access, to do things by myself sometimes.

To my phone. 

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Where would you go on a shopping spree?

I know that online shopping has its criticisms, but for me it’s the most accessible form of shopping.

It’s a type of shopping I am able to do on my own. I can by whatever I want, with in my budget,  and have it delivered to my house.

I can manage in a standard shop, but there are usually some points I’m forced to ask for help. And I’ve worked on that to the point where my anxiety doesn’t stop me doing it anymore. But it doesn’t mean that I like to ask for help. So ways to avoid it are always good.

There’s a hole in my pants

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Image Description: Two fingers spread around a small hole in a black pair of pants. There’s also a lot of dog hair visible in the photo.

Now I’m aware having a hole in your pants isn’t a big problem, but it is problem that I’m not able to do anything about. And that makes it worse than a larger problem I could solve.

Once I’m dressed in the morning, I cannot get changed until Carer comes in the evening. The person I live with cod, undress me but not put any clean clothes on me. So I have to decide that I don’t need to go out for the day before I get them to do that.

While it would be possible for me to get more care in the day, in fact, this has been suggested to me several times. Getting another call would mean that I have to stay home or home in the middle of the day. I already have to be home for a certain time in the evening, I don’t want to sacrifice more control of my life the fact I need Carers. I don’t even like to leave the house, and that’s a whole of the story. But I really appreciate the ability to leave if I want to, and I’m nervous of doing anything that could take that away from me.

And then there’s the cost of my Care and what would happen if I cost the system too much? And while there is an issue, I try not to think about. It is something that is on my mind when considering how much help I will take from the government. I’ve seen the horror stories. And I’m not prepared to give up my babies.

Regularly needing help from others comes at a price. This price can look different for different people, but it is always there. Just be aware of this when you think somebody has it easy because they have everything done for them. I would much rather be able to do it all myself,,whenever I want, the way that I want.

I am aware that this is such a stupid insignificant problem, and those are those are the ones that annoy me most. I think because I know that if I want to disable, I would be able to solve them.

Here’s hoping that the worst problem I have today is a hole in my pants.

I hate dropping things.

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I often drop lotto things on the floor that I can’t pick up myself. It bugs me and there’s nothing I can do about it. The person I live with doesn’t notice little things on the floor, so asking them if they can see anything on the floor isn’t a completely fool proof way to find out if there’s anything on the floor.

Relying on people is emotionally draining. Even when you know they’re trying their best. In fact I think when they’re trying their best it makes it worse, as you know you logically it’s not fair to be annoyed at them.

So I become annoyed at myself for being unable to solve my own problems and therefore relying on them.

I don’t cook much.

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What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I love food. But I don’t cook.

I love potato, seasoning and spices. But I can’t cook.

So if you’re asking what my favourite thing to cook is, that’s almost a mute question.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to love food.

Remember you don’t have to be able to cook to enjoy food.

Every Mark

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I know I’ve posted about this recently, but my sister hit my door in my chair, accidentally of course, and so it’s on my mind again.

When my walls or doors get marked, there’s nothing I can do about it. Shoddy cheap council paintwork means they get marked very easily.

My house looks horrible and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I can’t repaint, because I would need to pay someone to do it for me and I don’t have the money to do that.

I will never be able to live in any kind of home that I can be happy with. And every time I mark the wall or door or floor I’m reminded of that.

Being disabled sucks sometimes. Needing the help of others, and not being able to afford to pay for it every time you need it. Is draining.

I don’t like needing help.

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Given how much help I need on a day to day basis, you would think I’d be okay with asking for help. But in all honesty, I still struggle, even when I pay for it.

I have a cleaner come semi regularly, which I pay for. And I still don’t like needing their help, even though they agreed to it, and I pay them.

The only help I get that I’ve become somewhat comfortable with is that from my family or carers. And I think the only reason I’ve become okay with it is because I don’t have any other choice. That said there has been times I’ve injured and burnt myself, rather than ask my help

So this is your reminder that even even people have a lot of help, they may not be comfortable needing it. Regardless of how much help someone has or how long they’ve had it for. Asking for help can be big step for others.