Fully-able people just plain don’t understand disability.  They can’t.  Not really.
For the able, disability is temporary.  They heal.  The pain and the suffering have an end date.
For the chronically disabled, the suffering is endless – if not absolutely constant, or even consistent.
This has been the biggest difficulty to adapt to as my life has changed in the last few years.  My understanding of this phenomenon is still developing.  My acceptance is proving much, much slower to develop.  My disability is not great, escpecially not in a relative sense.  But goddamn.
But, I think, I am finally coming to terms.
I’ve stopped asking, “When will it stop?”
I’ve started asking, “How do I manage it for today?”