Anywhere but home
When calling around to a pal's house for a cup of tea is just as tricky to go clubbing
For most of my 20s and my early 30s, I lived with other people, and while we had good times, I can now identify a huge inferiority complex that dominated my brain as a housemate. As they went about their days, I could see just how much more time that they spent outside of our apartment, but I always seemed to be on the couch, hunched over a laptop.
As I’m in my tenth year of being a wheelchair user, I’m very reflective of the last decade and how my behaviour and moods fluctuated as I transitioned from being a crutches user. I was on a learning curve that I was either unaware of or in deep denial of, and the feelings that rose to the surface the most were jealousy and anger.
It’s very difficult to see other people having a better time than you, even if maybe they were struggling just as I was, but all I could see was that they were out there in the world and I was bingeing my way through dodgy streams on putlocker.
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