It’s complicated. I am what I do. I am what I accomplish. I am what I think. I am what I believe, although I’m not really a believer in beliefs. Beliefs sound so permanent and unbending. I prefer to describe them as understandings. Those can be evaluated and tinkered with. I am what I share, what I give. I am how I love. I am influenced by those with whom I share and love, and that makes changes to who I am. What I do also makes small changes in who I am. I am the social bonds that I have. Social bonds are made deep and interesting by shared experiences and the working together to achieve mutual goals. I am what I worry about. I am my unplanned day dreamy thoughts.
How becoming disabled is impacting who I am?
Most of the parts of who I am are wonderfully the same. Perhaps I appreciate those parts a little more than I did before.
‘What I do’ has changed drastically, but there are other interesting things that I do, though not nearly as varied or as interesting. ‘Interesting’, however, is a sliding scale and gets adjusted for in time. I suppose that experience junkies build up tolerances too. I’m just lowering my tolerance. ‘What I accomplish’ has taken a disastrous hit. Despite anyone’s encouragement, ‘I am what I accomplish’ requires continuous adjusting. Social bonds have a tendency to thin a little as ‘Shared experiences and working together to achieve mutual goals’ can suffer from aging and inactivity.