I’ve just been to a gig with my very lovely friend, Ysabel. She wasnt a fan of the artist ( Kate Nash ) but she came anyway, very likely because she realised that an invite from me isn’t the same as it is in the normal world.

I spent 45 years being normal, and then everything changed. Every thing I did was altered, nearly everything I did required someone else to help me, and a companion to something became a commitment to assist.

The pre injury me would never have contemplated such a situation. The post injury me has to accept it and ( incredibly reluctantly) have to suck it up.
I can’t stress how much I hate it.
However, it’s how it is.

I am still, 11 years in, incredibly uncomfortable inviting people to things, in the full implied knowledge that I will have to ask them to do things for me. I find it embarrassing and demeaning. I don’t think that’ll ever change.

PS Kate has joined Only Fans, she said ( and i also saw her on Breakfast TV talking about it ) and she is selling pictures of her arse.
I’d heard of Only Fans but never looked at it. Blimey it’s like Amazon, but with women for sale, or at least their pictures/ videos.
Kate is $9.99 a month to look at….

I’m sure her bum is lovely, but I’m not paying for a look. Only Fans is probably quite addictive, and not an addiction I’m remotely interested in getting.
Sadly she didn’t give us a flash last night.
Oh well.