Dani has taken Amber away to learn to scuba dive.

Amber’s character is so much like my own at that age ( except she is far cleverer )  She shares my childhood fascination with nature and the sea.

I wish I could have been able to take her, and dive with her, and been there in case she got into difficulty. It’s a dad’s instinct to want that, and my accident has deprived me of that.

I know I can still dive, but am likely to be more of a liability than I am a life saver.

There isn’t much chance of a scuba mishap, but you never know.

There’s a whole variety of things I’d hoped I could partner my daughters at, but the list has pretty much been wiped by my crash.

A lot of female friends have said that the most important thing that I can do is to still be here to talk to them.

So that I can do, and better than before, I know.

My logic for you not topping yourself is not that it would be cowardly (look at what was written after Robin Williams killed himself), but that the world is a better place for having you in it – and specifically the new, improved you.
Yes, improved.
You contribute to the world now in ways you didn’t before. You raise awareness of depression, brain injury, disability, access, sport and perseverance, and you bring that awareness to hundreds, if not thousands, of people who probably need to understand these things better.
Just this week I scolded a man in Sainsbury’s for parking across two disabled spaces because he wanted to get to the cashpoint. I was thinking of you when I told him he was lucky to be able to get out of his car so easily and walk to the cashpoint and he should have respect for people who can’t do that.
So you’re making an impact on the world. And on at least one jerk in Sainsbury’s.

You kind of hope, after the couple of years I’ve had, that things would slowly improve.

One wheel ( no, I’m refusing to write ‘step’ ) forward, and 3 wheels back, is how it often is.

I get fairly good times occasionally, but invariably something happens to put me back on my paralysed arse.

Friends continue to help me move forward, trying their utmost ( thanks to Marky P, Larry, Jeremy Day and Neil ) but the Russ Mark 2 is entwined with the Russ Mark 1 and that doesn’t always help the new version.

The old me was in general a good person, but the new me is definitely better. People who have an axe to grind can be very unforgiving, and can’t leave the past in the past.

For some reason I didn’t die on the road in June 2013 – divine intervention or medical expertise saved me. Either way I was given a second chance.

Since my injury stops me from doing the things I used to enjoy, now I get far more pleasure from giving to other people, whether it be material things, or by talking and giving my take on a situation.  I look at the world through different eyes now and have different opinions from before. Indeed I wasn’t a very deep thinker before!  Having a brain trauma often changes people, whether that’s because as the brain heals, it gets rewired differently, I don’t know, but I’m definitely not the same person I was.

I have an opportunity contribute in a different way, but my efforts are being thwarted by some, which makes it far harder.

I do often consider giving up and taking the Out Option. People tell me I can’t do that, and it’s cowardly.  I don’t think that’s a fair reflection. Unless you’ve been in the situation, you have no idea what it’s like to be there – I didn’t, that’s for sure.   Exiting of course leaves a hole in people’s lives, but it’s very easy to justify your actions by telling yourself that you won’t be missed, and that the world is a better place without you.

My counsellor tells me that I need serious help – part of the problem is that I m unable to convince myself that I’m worth the effort, so I don’t make the effort to seek help.

I have to help myself, I’m told. I’ve tried very hard for 2 years, but I keep coming back to the same place – that there isn’t much point – there has to be better use of people’s resources than to waste it on a hopeless case.

I wrote a Will the other night – get your affairs in order and all that.  In the modern way I wrote it in Notes, on my iPhone- not exactly a feather quill and parchment paper. I sent it to Dani. It was pretty short, most stuff to her, some to my girls, a few other things to important people so they’d remember me, a few details about my funeral, no flowers etc

Everyone should have a Will, right? Otherwise it creates an admin nightmare for somebody to sort out.

I asked for my ashes to be tipped down a drain, summing up my value of myself .

The mental requirement to suppress the feeling that I’m an inconvenience is sometimes overwhelming, despite those assisting me giving no outward sign of frustration.

I I want to say sorry  all f the time.

Hi Russ,

Maybe you should send this link to the select few that seemed to have a problem talking to you at the weekend.

Might give them a wake up call. They patently need one!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2623225/Fear-patronising-saying-wrong-thing-leaves-two-thirds-people-feeling-uncomfortable-talking-disabilities.html

Irum really hit the nail on the head… absolutely totally agree with all she said. I have always thought so highly of you for the whole 15 years I have known you, nothing changed since the accident.. Maybe thought more highly! X

A.

The canoeing try -out went well, I think.

Dan, who I learnt was a former World and European paracanoe champion, after his own injury, along with John and Phil (coaches ) were all great guys, and so patient and helpful

I asked John afterwards if he thought I had potential. To my shock he said he thought there was a ‘place in the GB team waiting for me’.

That was complimentary but I’m sure not the truth!

Thank you so very much to Irum, my former student who took a day off to help me and keep me company ( I still really don’t like being alone with my thoughts ).

We’d met  quite a few years ago. She was ( I’d say ) going through a bad time in her life, and not working. I think it’s fair to say that I saw  the fantastic girl behind the mask, and employed her, for my gamble to very much pay off ( for both of us ).

She hadn’t read this blog, and I said that she might be interested

She sent me a text this morning:

Just reading ur blog… Ah I have anxiety now! I hope I’m not one of ur insensitive “colleagues”. U r anything but a burden. Trust me I know. I am one?. Also, I think ppl get conflicting advice/ opinions on how they should act around people with disabilities and that can overshadow the natural human instinct which is to be caring and considerate, making a situation unnecessarily awkward. Tbh to me ur still the charming, impressive Russ and I genuinely enjoy ur company. Obv I’m shite at lifting etc.. well a bit hopeless at life in general but hopefully not too bad to cope with for a few hours?! But if I have come across unsympathetic or thoughtless in the past that is truly not how I feel. I have always had a huge amount of respect and admiration for u. Which has only increased since the accident. U were impossible to ignore then … and now! U have amazing presence. Ur great at giving advice and so easy to talk to… about anything. Me, Farah and Alty can vouch for that! Yep, ur a sterling dude. Im shocked that the thought that no1 would miss u can cross ur mind. I barely see u but I speak of u highly to everyone I know. And not just now. Always have. And I cried (literally broke down) when I told my mum about ur accident. And when I spoke about u to that paralysed px I mentioned (must’ve been hella awks for him tho)! Even my mum speaks of u so fondly to her friends. Russ, ppl do care about u. More than u think. If only u knew. Ur priceless.
On a side note: wow ur wife is 50!!… seriously wow!!! Love u Boss! But u already know… X

Well, well, there’s a situation.

I write a post about the reaction of a person that I barely knew, then that person writes an apologetic comment, owning up his his deed.

Do I forgive him?

Of course I do, it takes a big man to say sorry, and he has.

Does it change my general opinion of my so called colleagues?

No, that still stands. Far too many pretended not to see me, or made a pretty poor attempt at saying hello.

Given we are collectively classed as Healthcare Professionals, I am sadly more  than justified in removing the second syllable of the first word.

Obviously they weren’t to know that I feel particularly low today. I don’t show it, being polite to everyone despite the dark thoughts inside my head again.

Last night was actually okay, where I did go to the bar and some lovely ex employees of mine came to find me. They don’t realise however how much I’m affected when they wave goodbye to go on to another venue that rules me out. Well I can’t expect people to base their night around me, can I?

I met a guy who for 4 hours didn’t walk over to say hello, then eventually did; a guy who I’ve scuba dived in World War 2 wrecks with, in extreme situations where we had to trust eachother to save the other’s life if things went badly wrong.

He could do that, yet not cross a bar for 4 hours.

Again I don’t hold a grudge – not at all – I talked to him about how his behaviour affected me, and he fully accepted and agreed with my point of view.

It was good to see him, and he pledged that we’d dive again together in the future ( something that is possible as a paraplegic )

I had 3 current employees here too. They did the ‘ where have you been all weekend?! ‘ line, when I saw them 24 hours after my arrival. Perhaps just a text asking if I needed anything, a day earlier, would have been better…

My dark thoughts don’t go away though. I’m in a hotel room for a further night. It’s lonely. Tomorrow I’ve planned to go again to try proper adapted canoeing, an hour’s drive from here.

If they don’t do room service I won’t eat tonight – I have no enthusiasm for self preservation at the moment – probably not good, given the inherent risks of boats and water combined with my bad luck tendency.

Example of conversation today.

You worked in SPECSAVERS for long?

Yes, 15 years.
I had a crash 2 years ago, and now in this chair, so it’s affected my ability to work quite a lot.
Mmmmm…. ( followed by hasty looking at mobile phone ).

I’ve come to the conclusion, after my new life over the last 2 years.

It’s that Mums over the age of 40 should be in charge of EVERYTHING.

They have qualities that the rest of the population don’t.

There are some obvious exceptions – like changing light bulbs, certain aspects of driving, getting corks out of wine bottles, and putting the house/car keys in a logical place …..
But EVERYTHING else.. They should oversee.

They do of course know this already

Sorry men, for this public betrayal.