Loss of Identity
By Marianne Valls
As my aide, Rosa, fed me lunch, I made a startling discovery about myself. The realization hit me that I am out of control. Throughout my life, gaining control was always something I worked hard to attain. However, because of my cerebral palsy, my body did not cooperate in achieving this goal. Despite my limitations, I reached the point in my life where I gained control. I was finally free!
Then unfortunately, I contracted COVID-19. Combined with my cerebral palsy, my limitations have increased. I can no longer walk, my speech is labored and, at times, quite unintelligible. My hard-earned freedom appeared to be lost!
The system of “hurt and peck” of typing that I used all my life, has become more difficult and frustrating. Typing is a necessary to a writer. I wondered if this end of my short- lived career. I feel I have lost all control. Will I even get it back?
In the late eighties, my life was a mess. According to my beloved counselor, I was a late bloomer. Unfortunately, she died before I came into my own.
As the eighties ended, my life appeared to be on the uptake. I wanted out of an unhappy marriage. But I had no money and no work experience. All I had was a college degree. Unfortunately, the degree combined with my disability didn’t help to get me anywhere.
I decided to volunteer in an effort to gain some work experience. My first job was at my local cerebral palsy center. It worked! I became volunteer coordinator. I’ll admit I wasn’t very good at my job.
But it was a new decade, and the American with Disabilities Act had yet to be passed. So my work had gradually turned into advocacy. Here, I was truly in my element. As a writer, I like to express my opinion. I wrote to Congress promoting the civil law that would give people with disabilities a barrier-free society.
My next job was for an organization called hip. hip is an Independent Living Center for people with disabilities. It was my final search for independence. Eventually at hip, I had a chance to develop my writing skills. I was surrounded by people with disabilities. I thought I had reached the point of accepting my disability.
Now, after COVID-19, I wonder if l am back to square one. Will I ever walk again? I don’t know why that upsets me. I have friends who have use wheelchairs. Indeed, the love of my life used a scooter. However, he died a long time ago, and to tell the truth I feel sorry for myself.
I’m wondering, did I always feel self-pity or is a new phenomenon? There’s no doubt about it, I am lost. However, I sure I am not alone. We are a lost nation. COVID-19 has done this to us. We are like children, unsure of the changes that lie ahead. Many of us are stripped of our identity and wonder if we’ll ever get ourselves back. One thing that I do know is that things will be different, but we will find new ways to communicate.