I have two disabilities and today they combined in a way that was really embarrassing. I wet myself at work. I got kinda lucky, wearing black pants, was next to a bathroom, close to break, and I had time to go home and change. But still.
I was suicidal long before I was diagnosed with one and acquired the other. I've always assumed I'd just wake up one day and snap and that would be the day I died. I've never felt compelled to set a date, that date will come to me. Just this morning I was wrapping my head around the fact that it'll probably be my autoimmune disease that sets the clock for me.
It's a progressive disease and I've watched my health rapidly slip away in the three years since I was diagnosed. I was thinking about what level my health would need to drop to for me to be backed into a corner to set a date myself, and two hours later I have an accident.
My death isn't on my time anymore, it's on my diseases time.
I was suicidal long before I was diagnosed with one and acquired the other. I've always assumed I'd just wake up one day and snap and that would be the day I died. I've never felt compelled to set a date, that date will come to me. Just this morning I was wrapping my head around the fact that it'll probably be my autoimmune disease that sets the clock for me.
It's a progressive disease and I've watched my health rapidly slip away in the three years since I was diagnosed. I was thinking about what level my health would need to drop to for me to be backed into a corner to set a date myself, and two hours later I have an accident.
My death isn't on my time anymore, it's on my diseases time.
