It's like when I was a little girl and a Mack truck decided to collide right were I was sitting in a car. Knocked unconscious, bloody.. some major broken bones, long convalescence in a hospital not allowed to move and almost as long a time in a full body cast before I was let out and had to learn to wobble, lurch and walk again.
Nobody could go make that truck not hit me, hurt me, turn me into a dog bone. And it hurt, lots. It was unfair. And I'm sure it was tough on my parents.
I wanted sympathy. I wanted validation that this really sucked. Oddly enough they pointed out a boy in the same ward whose injuries were one step worse than mine who was younger and his mother had been killed in the accident. I thought that was a low blow.
Then.. what they did was brilliant.. these two parents.. the father who'd been molesting me for years and the mother who didn't or wouldn't see it taught me to look outside of myself. They found a way to make me mobile when I was an oversized dog bone. They got me out of my head. And a time that could have been one of the worst in my life.. wasn't.
I used those same techniques when my daughter at a young age would be confined to a wheelchair, or unable to walk during unexplained episodes of muscle and joint pain. If she couldn't walk, I converted the Wet/Dry Vac into a custom scooter complete with a license plate.
The philosophy of.. "Yes, this is tough but you'll get better, I'm here for you and we'll find ways to make it work.".. works
None of us want anything to hurt our children. And it hurts. And it's wrong that someone so innocent should experience such a loss at such an age.
And I get it. Thanks for taking the time to explain.
