Being forced to think about disability

 I've been in bed for a week after a minor complication following a routine hernia repair.  I'll be fine, but being bed bound has really forced me to think about what it means to live with a disability.  Sometimes misfortune is the only method for helping me feel even small amounts of empathy.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Some thoughts on tendonitis from using a mouse for decades

Notes, essays, and the inevitability of loss, forgetting and fading identity

The Transparent Society