I’ve been following a thread in the National Ataxia Foundation’s facebook page. I’m finding it very upsetting. Lots of people are joining in and listing all the things that Ataxia has “taken away from them”! Oh give me a break! What is the benefit in doing this? This image was my response:
but it didn’t to make an impression. People still continued to mourn what they could no longer do the way they used to be able to.
In response to a daily prompt from WordPress, I looked at page 82 of the nearest book, “What the Dog Saw” by Malcolm Gladwell. I was told to read the third sentence, hmmm… “Thank you for changing my life,”… Ya, Ataxia has changed my life. Am I thankful? As I sat in my favorite chair exhausted and panting after just folding one load of laundry, I thought about it. OK, if I didn’t have Ataxia and took breaks after every little chore, I might be considered a lazy bum. But I’m allowed down-time without the fear of being judged. For that, I’m thankful.