If only I could help

August 18, 2011

I participated in a great chat tonight on the Chronic Babe forum.  Overall, I really enjoyed it.  The one tough part was hearing about everyone’s problems and not being able to help at all.  Sure, I offered advice when I could, and lent an ear (well, eyes… it was online, afterall) but that just didn’t feel like enough.

Family and friends often say that they wish they could help me in some way.  I feel bad, because I know they just want to help, with the purest of intentions, and there’s very little they can do.  They are amazing people who do more than they can imagine by listening and lending support, but I do understand their desire to do something concrete and actionable.  That’s how I feel now.

I can’t do much to help these strangers online, but I do hope my random thoughts, advice, and encouragement did a little bit of good for someone, somewhere.

As for my family and friends, I try to be less stubborn from time to time and let them help me with so-called little things. It makes them feel better, and to be honest, getting help is a good thing for me, too.  A little help moving something, or help with and errand, can go a long way.  For you folks out there trying to help others, remember that those little things you do can add up to a lot of help for someone else.  Don’t underestimate the incredible effects of your actions or of your intentions.  They do a world of good.


A truly inspiring story of not providing inspiration

August 15, 2011

A couple weeks ago I wrote about Stories of Inspiration, which I simply do not find inspiring.  There is an expectation that anyone with a disability of any sort is supposed to rise above any setbacks and accomplish great feats.

There are many ways to look at these stories and expectations.  I was so touched by this woman’s story of her daughter that I just had to share it.  Her daughter is lucky to have such an amazing mother.  I also love her attitude.  She admits to falling prey to these same expectations, as so many of us have.  Then she explains how her understanding evolved.  I can’t possibly explain it as eloquently as she has, so please take a moment to read her story.


Support makes all the difference

July 31, 2011

Sometimes it’s easy to get distracted by the little things.  Sometimes I think I need to find the right meds or change my diet.  Then I get reminded that while those things need to happen, it’s support that really matters.  Having supportive family and friends makes the bad stuff better and the good stuff fantastic.  Whether it’s a crazy idea, a bad mood, or just needing someone to talk to, that support structure always helps.  These people really do make the world a better place.  Let’s hope their support, sincerity, and love are contagious!