My wife’s due date is August 3rd. We’re having a girl. And I’m scared.
Once upon a time, there lived a brave man named Solas. He was the leader of a desert people. The people had lived in a forest, but when they were enslaved by a foreign army, Solas helped them escape into the desert.
I have had a rough time lately. I have had frequent panic attacks, usually centered around pain. Panic attacks like this are a new thing for me, and have been very difficult to get used to. And then, in the midst of having panic attacks, I took a couple vacations that were so painful and scary that they completely overwhelmed my ability to cope. That’s why I haven’t posted in a while.
Walking to class one afternoon in high school, I found a giant butterfly crawling around on the sidewalk. I don’t remember what kind it was, but it was striking and colorful. It seemed disoriented, and I worried that another student might come by and step on it.
Before I became disabled, I’d had a limited experience with disabled people. I’d never seen a disabled person in a position of authority. My family wasn’t disabled. My friends weren’t disabled. I’d never met a disabled teacher, scout leader, parent, or mentor. I don’t think I’d ever even read a book with a disabled main character. So, understandably, becoming disabled was terrifying. As far as I could tell, my life was over.
A few years ago, I had a couple weeks of intense back pain. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t go away. I convinced myself that it was a sign of something terrible, a cancer beneath my sacrum. It was terrifying. The fear lasted for a week and a half, until I read something in The Power of Now about accepting your nonacceptance. That was a new idea for me, to stop trying to accept the pain and just accept that I was resisting it.