Just when I thought I have heard it all…
Transabled.
Translation: dumbass.
These are truly damaged individuals who are not satisfied with God’s gifts, and who want and choose to be disabled, maiming and blinding themselves so they can live like disabled persons.
You don’t have to injure yourselves.
If you really want to know what you have to look forward to being disabled, allow me to shed some light on the subject.
The first thing you will notice is the pain doesn’t disappear when your body part does.
“Phantom” pain is not a myth, nor is it phantom. It hurts like hell even though you can see that the pain-producing, missing body part is no longer there.
It’s real and it doesn’t stop.
I still need help getting to sleep and its been five years since losing my left leg.
You get to try and regain as much physicality as you can and you’d better fight like hell every single day because your very life depends on it.
Then, you get to become a burden on everyone around you.
Oh, they all say how taking care of you is “no problem” and how you are not a burden and my least favorite condolence of all…”If it were me, I know you would do the same.”
That’s definitely not the point.
You understand that, if you are still working, you will continue to do so needing accommodations and you get to bask in the pity and resentment of your peers. You get to be excluded from many things because you just can’t do them safely anymore.
You become even more marginalized as your daily routine must now include a frantic search to find accessible handicapped parking spaces wherever you go and ensuring you are able to get to a bathroom quickly and in time to avoid any disasters.
If you are a man or woman, you get to start over as a baby, needing help to do everything until your balance and muscle strength and coordination return.
You can look forward to feeling like less than a man or woman…
For the remainder of your life.
You will lose your balance and fall.
You will reinjure yourself, delaying your eventual attempts to recapture some semblance of normalcy.
You will cry.
Not over your own pain, I’m a tough guy, but watching my seventy-two year old wife having to struggle like hell to help lift my wheelchair into the car if we have to go anywhere is no box of chocolates.
You will fight feelings of hopelessness and nihilism on a daily basis.
Feeling helpless to defend your spouse and property are other great things you can look forward to.
These all become just stupid choices you make if you choose to join the fraternity of disabled persons voluntarily.
I never even got a tattoo in this lifetime because my mommy told me that “God made you and only he has the right to change his creation.”
And I believed her.
Stay well.
