Today, I was asked if I was wheelchair bound. The question actually threw me off guard for a moment and I found myself struggling to answer the question. I can’t quite recall my exact answer but I babbled something about being able to use my walker to walk around the house 5 or 10 percent of the time.
As the day progressed, I continued to think about that question and my discomfort with the answer I gave. Why did I feel like a liar for telling the truth. Continue reading