On January 8th, 1990, I woke up in the hospital. A doctor who I’d never laid eyes on before, told me I’d been in a coma for 3 days, the result of a car accident I barely remember. The prognosis wasn’t good; I’d injured my spinal cord between the 7th and 8th vertebrae and was paralyzed from the chest down. I also had a broken arm and some new hardware. Now all of that may sound really frightening, and it was. I had a halo on my head, a cast on my arm and was unable to move. And I was terrified. What would my life be like going forward?
But as friends and family came to see me, I was slowly reassured that my life was not over; it was just going to be different. And it is. There are a lot of things I want people to know about those of us living with disabilities. A lot! But I’m going to start small. Here are 6 things I want you to know about my life as a mother living with disabilities.