I spent years understanding disability as a healthcare provider. Then multiple strokes put me on the other side of the exam room and taught me how different understanding disability is from living with it.
I spent years understanding disability as a healthcare provider. Then multiple strokes put me on the other side of the exam room and taught me how different understanding disability is from living with it.
Trauma responses don't always make sense from the outside. Sometimes the danger is long gone, but the nervous system is still sounding the alarm. A look at PTSD, hypervigilance, safety, and learning that not every alarm means there's a storm.
Trauma has a strange way of convincing us that we're responsible for every storm around us. From constant apologies to broken sleep, night terrors, and the need for noise in an empty room, I'm beginning to recognize the difference between navigating the storm and believing I caused it.
Nala got three more years after what could have been her last day. They weren't nearly enough. This is goodbye to a dog who survived a difficult beginning, found her pack, learned to trust, and was loved until her very last breath.