Today I was walking past a bank and saw an employee trying to set up a ramp so that a lady in a wheelchair could enter the building.
It struck me how she wasn't embarrassed and in fact was directing the uninformed man as to how he should set it up.
Then I reflected on how uncomfortable I become when dealing with anything to do with - what you could term my wheelchair ramp to life - benefits.
I'm told by my care team that I am fully entitled to all I receive and yet I always feel like I am doing something wrong.
When I was first ill I didn't even recognise that there was something wrong in the way that someone who's legs had stopped working would have done.
I ended up affecting all kinds of illnesses that I thought my parents would believe, because how could I say "I can't go to school but I don't know why", and expect them to believe me?
Surely it shouldn't be this way - and yet if even I as a sufferer am feeling guilty, then I can only imagine how a person with no experience of my invisible illness would view me and my difficulties!
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