When I Feel Like I'm 'Not Enough' After Becoming Disabled

What happens when you have worked so hard to get to where you are after an injury; surgery, or chronic illness, and you realize it isn’t enough? Or worse still, someone tells you it isn’t enough.

Those of us who have dealt with this for many years may avoid these situations at all cost, but for those new to it, you may still be going on trial and error. When you think you have built your strength up to an event or activity, and it works, it feels fantastic.

If you are not up to the activity, or worse still, you go ahead and do it and it leaves you feeling terrible afterward, the disappointment can be devastating. And on rare occasions, I realize as I’m doing something that it may be too much, but I choose to continue and pay for it later. It’s worth it to me at the time. These are usually life events like weddings, funerals or special events. Or it can be a gathering that is so much fun you can’t force yourself to leave.

Those of you with a chronic condition probably know all too well what I mean. However if you do not, or it’s a loved one with the condition, let me explain further.

When I got out of rehab after my surgery I was five weeks post op. I was feeling pretty strong. I had taken a lot of physiotherapy and was walking with a walker, able to dress myself and do most of my daily activities at the hospital. I still had someone with me most of the time, but I was so much better. One morning as my husband was showering, I noticed he had made coffee. I decided to pour myself a coffee. I lifted the half-full carafe off the burner and my whole arm started to shake with the pot in it. My low back burned, and as I quickly tried to replace the carafe, my legs just about went out from under me.

I was shocked. I sat in the closest chair and collapsed into my misery. I couldn’t even pour myself a coffee. Thankfully I didn’t spill it all over myself, but I might as well have for how miserable I felt.

I now realize the toll this has taken on my self-confidence. I was always that person who wasn’t afraid of anything, spontaneous and game for just about anything. Having a disability has taken some of that away. I can no longer leap before I think. I must think and pre-plan a lot in my life. So I feel a loss of the person I may have been. I see groups of woman gathering going to third world countries doing mission work, and know in my heart that would be me if I was healthy. For every group I want to join I have to consider so many things — the chairs, the timing, and if it is accessible and comfortable for me. Spontaneous Maureen has left the building.

I don’t want to sound as though I am not grateful for the level of ability I have. I am truly grateful I am able to walk and have healed well enough to resume my restricted mobility. Yet while I have worked hard and can walk daily, I am not a fast walker, nor am I a long distance walker. That is fine with me. Or it was, until it was pointed out to me by a friend of a friend. When my friend asked if I would like to join them for a walk, the other woman quickly made it clear it would be a power walk.

I felt like a kid in a school yard being bullied by the bigger, more capable kid. It was as though my disability was being held up to the light for all to see. It didn’t feel very good. She wanted her power walk for the day and didn’t want me to slow them down. So I declined and walked away. She was aware of my disability. I didn’t say anything to draw attention to my hurt feelings. People can choose to include me or not. It’s my reaction to it that needs to be examined.

The thing is, it stuck with me the whole day. It’s been about a week and every time I think of it, it makes me sad. I’m not sure why I let it get to me the way it has, but I feel sure she has not even given it a second thought.

The vulnerability I feel as a person with a disability is great. I often feel exposed and not good enough. There’s a great quote by John Powell, S.J. that goes something like this. “Why am I afraid to tell you who I am, because that’s all I have, and if you don’t like it I have nothing else to offer.” Those with disabilities do not have less to offer, just different offerings.

People with disabilities are oppressed all the time in different ways that may not look like oppression on the surface. When we can all look at each other and ourselves though a lens of kindness, the world will be a much better place.

We want to hear your story. Become a Mighty contributor here.

Thinkstock photo by Jacob Lund.

Find this story helpful? Share it with someone you care about.

Related to Chronic Pain

a woman's selfie of her frowning and leaning on her hand

I Shouldn't Be Ashamed to Call for Help When I'm in Pain

Tonight my pain is at an unbearable level. I’m choosing to write this to try occupy my mind, because what else can be done? I want to bring to light the feelings I am currently experiencing. Worry, fear, nervousness…all about this pain and how I’m going to take action against it. I would have usually [...]

Overcoming the Negative Ways I Used to Cope With Chronic Pain

My life began falling apart due to chronic pain around the age of 20. I had spent more than five years searching for a cure, having many surgeries, being on multitudes of medications and having my hope for a cure destroyed on a weekly basis and I was done. I could no longer juggle going [...]
girl in bed with blankets pulled up to eyes

Waking Up With Chronic Illness

You wake up sick. You always wake up sick. Today you’re more nauseous than usual, though your stomach is usually churning when you catalogue your pain and try to figure out the eternal question of how bad it will be today. Today, your body burns and aches, just like every day. It’s not a good [...]
Water colored woman with purple hair.

To Those Who Are Too Comfortable With the 'Old' and 'Sick' Me

This is hard for me to write, but it is something that needs to be said in order for me to move ahead in my journey. It also may be something others who are dealing with different conditions can relate to. This is dedicated to those who are too comfortable with the “old me.” The “sick” [...]