So I've got my discharge date... the 30th of September. I tell people, and everyone's really excited for me. Won't it be so nice to go home? I'm so lucky my parents happen to have a wheelchair accessible house. I know right?
The truth, that I don't want to tell them, is that I'm really afraid. I don't want to go home in a wheelchair. I don't want someone to have to be there taking care of me. Here, everything is designed to be easily accessible. But life isn't like that.
I can't even drive. I got my license the day I turned 16 so I could have the freedom! This is just not how I expected my life at home again to be.
I'm sure this is something a lot of people go through at this phase of their rehabilitation.
I guess this is life's next big test for me.. We'll just see how I come out on the other side.
