Pulling Punches

I've been thinking about yesterday's post, and I realize now that I didn't quite say what I meant to.

Whether there's anything wrong with the article or not, my reaction to it was about me. Unless I can get myself to hold still long enough to observe my own reactions, my insights won't be valuable to me or anyone; they won't be complete, or completely honest. I tried to do that yesterday, and I did, just enough to identify what in the article made me so uncomfortable. But that's only the first half of the job.

I can't stand to let people help me with personal tasks. I can't stand getting sad or angry because of my limitations. These aversions are ways that I cope with having disabilities, and they're so natural to me that I mistake them for truth sometimes. That's what I got stuck in while I was looking at those two pictures. For the record.