For instance, making coffee, my body naturally moved my right side but without a limb to carry through what needed to be done, I had to ask for assistance. I actually needed a lot more help then I thought I would, and drove my children crazy. Like the fine art of getting dressed, putting on socks was a huge challenge me, or makeup which I decided to go without my daughter doing it for me. When I thought I set aside enough time for all three of us to get ready, we fell severely behind. The easiest tasks such as putting on shoes, my balance was thrown off, putting on a seat belt my body movements were confused, or just locking a door I had to think through. Arriving at my grandmothers in itself was an experience, with all the shoes at the front door and no right arm to balance me, I fell right into the wall. This is where my family needs to take care of everyone and their initial shock of when I felt sent a few of them running to help me, then came the looks, and the questions of why I would do this to myself. I carefully explained, then went to fill my role in the …show more content…
In whatever ways I was limited they coached, taught and ignored the things I couldn’t do and focused on the things I could do. They didn’t treat me any different or pushed me aside to do a faster job to feed little mouths, they allowed me the time I needed to complete what was expected of me and allowed me to experience the full affect of what it is to be a person with a disability. I felt accepted as I normally am but was aided with compassion and empathy. As our family Thanksgiving came to an end, my grandmother approached me and asked me, “what was the most valuable lesson you learnt