The realization that I am in fact physically disabled was a slow, incredibly painful one. And while obviously, more work needs to be done on accessibility, treatment etc., I wish I had like. Some sort of emotional support on the journey from "I'm lazy and a bit of a hypochondriac" to "everyone including yourself sees you as lazy and a hypochondriac despite the presence of a very real disease and that will never change because you will likely never fully recover nor be able to fully explain your situation to an uneducated third party"















