Describe the last difficult “goodbye” you said.
The independence of my pre-stroke life was the most difficult thing to say goodbye to. My mother says that she wanted to raise independent children, and with me, she definitely succeeded. It’s still hard for me to ask for help from my husband after almost ten years of actually physically needing his help. It’s so frustrating for me to see myself that way. I’d rather hire the help I need than have to feel like I’m burdening him with the responsibility. Unfortunately, I can’t quite afford to hire someone right now, and that has to be okay. But it still weighs on me. The last thing I want is for my husband to feel like I’m his obligation or that I’m taking advantage of him or taking him for granted. That’s probably why I’ve been in denial about just how disabled I actually am. I don’t want my husband to see me as an invalid.