There have been so many times I've been severely hurt and sick, and ALONE, I am conditioned to take-care of myself. People have told me I don't ask for help, when in fact, I always did, I just never got it from the people I needed it most. After a while, I stopped asking, and just did the best I could with what I had available to me. Thank God I went to Nursing School because I know the signs of medical danger, and I know when to call for help.
Trust is more than a body and love, it's a matter of care and wellness. I see Trust as a feeling, not fact, so trusting others to care about me and my body is always in-question. This past winter I suffered from a head-trauma that made me incapable of speech. I learned who truly cares about me and my wellbeing, and happy to say I have healed tremendously as a result.
I believe all things happen for a purpose and reason. I believe my injury and this website are the answer to my life-question: Who Cares?
How many people in this world feel like no one cares? I think it's time that message gets changed so no one has to die feeling afraid and alone.
Prevention and protection are huge issues with me, since little was done to protect me from getting hurt and abused by my adoptive family. I don't trust, or believe anyone will protect me like I need it, so I accept illness and injuries as a part of my life. I don't like people helping me because it will give me a false sense of security I dare not allow for myself anymore.
There would be people there to do things. I would not appreciate it nor would I want it. The people who should be
there will not; and the people who are doing a good deed will be there because they feel they have to. I have accepted
the fact that I have no extended family; no one who loves me; no one left to care. If I can't have what I truly needed in the
first place then I want nothing at all.
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." M.A.
One Step Up From Bottom
Teddy
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Pride gets in the way
There have been so many times I've been severely hurt and sick, and ALONE, I am conditioned to take-care of myself. People have told me I don't ask for help, when in fact, I always did, I just never got it from the people I needed it most. After a while, I stopped asking, and just did the best I could with what I had available to me. Thank God I went to Nursing School because I know the signs of medical danger, and I know when to call for help.
Trust is more than a body and love, it's a matter of care and wellness. I see Trust as a feeling, not fact, so trusting others to care about me and my body is always in-question. This past winter I suffered from a head-trauma that made me incapable of speech. I learned who truly cares about me and my wellbeing, and happy to say I have healed tremendously as a result.
I believe all things happen for a purpose and reason. I believe my injury and this website are the answer to my life-question: Who Cares?
How many people in this world feel like no one cares? I think it's time that message gets changed so no one has to die feeling afraid and alone.
injuries
Prevention and protection are huge issues with me, since little was done to protect me from getting hurt and abused by my adoptive family. I don't trust, or believe anyone will protect me like I need it, so I accept illness and injuries as a part of my life. I don't like people helping me because it will give me a false sense of security I dare not allow for myself anymore.
Who would be there...
There would be people there to do things. I would not appreciate it nor would I want it. The people who should be
there will not; and the people who are doing a good deed will be there because they feel they have to. I have accepted
the fact that I have no extended family; no one who loves me; no one left to care. If I can't have what I truly needed in the
first place then I want nothing at all.
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." M.A.
One Step Up From Bottom
Teddy