In your the post you linked to, you mention that, as a teenager, the shoes became focus of frustration about your disability. Could something like that still be happening here, even though you can now articulate your frustration?
As a mother of a child with a (relatively mild) neurological disability I think I may have some similar feelings sometimes. There are some things I deal with with my son that are relatively minor in the scheme of things, but which upset me all out of proportion, simply because they are a reminder that although his condition can get better and he can learn to cope and thrive in the world, it is never going to go away and he will always have to deal with it in some form or another. I feel this way, even though I can articulate what is going on inside.
I'm sorry, I hope that didn't sound presumptious or patronizing. I recognize that, at some level, I don't know how it is to be a person with a disability, and I am simply trying to understand.
FWIW, I *detest* shoe shopping immensely, even though I buy my shoes from regular stores.
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Date: 2003-10-06 09:04 am (UTC)Those are cute shoes, BTW.
In your the post you linked to, you mention that, as a teenager, the shoes became focus of frustration about your disability. Could something like that still be happening here, even though you can now articulate your frustration?
As a mother of a child with a (relatively mild) neurological disability I think I may have some similar feelings sometimes. There are some things I deal with with my son that are relatively minor in the scheme of things, but which upset me all out of proportion, simply because they are a reminder that although his condition can get better and he can learn to cope and thrive in the world, it is never going to go away and he will always have to deal with it in some form or another. I feel this way, even though I can articulate what is going on inside.
I'm sorry, I hope that didn't sound presumptious or patronizing. I recognize that, at some level, I don't know how it is to be a person with a disability, and I am simply trying to understand.
FWIW, I *detest* shoe shopping immensely, even though I buy my shoes from regular stores.