a moment of handicap victory
Because of my disability, I can't raise my arms above my head unless I'm lying down, and I don't have a lot of dexterity or hand strength, or fine motor skills, or whatever you want to call it. I've never been able to put my hair up at all, so after many disappointing attempts in various positions, I eventually gave up and figured I'd just have to go through life having other people put my hair up for me. Which translates into hardly ever wearing it up, because I hate asking people to do that for me, and my mom always hates doing it. Haha.
BUT! Tonight, I had a hair tie lying around on my bed, and I've been able to gather my hair up and hold it up and off of my neck during the heat lately, as long as I have something to rest my arm on... so I thought I'd try it. And I managed to--loosely and messily--get my hair into something somewhat resembling a bun.
It doesn't look quite the way I'd like it to, and like I said, it is rather loose and messy: there is a whole big tendril lying against the right side of my neck that you can't really see in that picture. I kind of like the way that looks, but I'd like to be able to get it tighter than that.
So, that was kind of cool. I always get excited when I do something I previously thought I couldn't, for disability reasons. :)
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I'm still in New York, and kind of sick of it and ugh and depressed and feeling like I will never make it back to Maine. Matt is probably ready to punch me at this point--I've been gone like a month. I've fallen back into the totally unproductive and destructive pattern of lethargy and uncommunicative-ness that is a big reason I want to get out of here so badly. I just follow this pattern of doing nothing at all, really, and suddenly another week has passed. I was hoping to try to leave tomorrow (Saturday), but I haven't even really talked to anyone about it yet and I don't think my aunt is going to be around for me to spend the night there mid-trip that night.
I feel like I am handling this poorly and that I need a mentor. Hah.
BUT! Tonight, I had a hair tie lying around on my bed, and I've been able to gather my hair up and hold it up and off of my neck during the heat lately, as long as I have something to rest my arm on... so I thought I'd try it. And I managed to--loosely and messily--get my hair into something somewhat resembling a bun.
It doesn't look quite the way I'd like it to, and like I said, it is rather loose and messy: there is a whole big tendril lying against the right side of my neck that you can't really see in that picture. I kind of like the way that looks, but I'd like to be able to get it tighter than that.
So, that was kind of cool. I always get excited when I do something I previously thought I couldn't, for disability reasons. :)
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I'm still in New York, and kind of sick of it and ugh and depressed and feeling like I will never make it back to Maine. Matt is probably ready to punch me at this point--I've been gone like a month. I've fallen back into the totally unproductive and destructive pattern of lethargy and uncommunicative-ness that is a big reason I want to get out of here so badly. I just follow this pattern of doing nothing at all, really, and suddenly another week has passed. I was hoping to try to leave tomorrow (Saturday), but I haven't even really talked to anyone about it yet and I don't think my aunt is going to be around for me to spend the night there mid-trip that night.
I feel like I am handling this poorly and that I need a mentor. Hah.