At college, I guess, many didn’t know how to treat me at first, because they didn’t even know what happened to me. The first day in class I felt famous due to the many looks that I received. I know many didn't mean to stare but it made me feel very insecure.
They thought I didn’t notice, but, I saw the way they examined me. The indiscret look. my assistant accompanied me to class and waited for me. I went to class walking a walker, using orthotics and with a backpack. On the few subjects I took I had to hire private teachers to help me at home.
As the years went by I managed to pass 13 subjects and I know that I am already finishing third semester!
What I can’t forget is that everything that I achieved wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for all the help that I received.
My teachers, that gave me the chance to go back to college at that moment, my physyotherapists, the helper my parents had to hire so that they could work, my doctors and the woman who has been by my side everyday, who gave up working for a year, who cheers me up, who makes me work out even when I really don’t feel like, the woman who I don’t know how, but, manages to do everything, my mother.
“I can’t take it anymoreee”. I can’t stand the need of of company for everything. Can’t stand needing a nanny, needing help to study and needing help to study. I cannot take this dependence any longer. My life has stoped. I can’t sttand not being able to do the things my college classmates and friends do, not having made any friends in my new class. Can’t stand not being able to do what my classmates do, not becoming friends with anyone in class. It’s very hard having repeated three semesters in college. It’s hard seeing all your old colleagues far more advanced than you.”
“Two years has gone by and I am still recovering from this accident. I do not go out. I don’t even go on the mal on the corner where I used to go and work out everyday. I'm afraid to walk there by myself. I know in the beginning I didn't even go to malls ... " “
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