[Today, a return to brass tacks on apoplectic.me, as we discuss the nature of disability, and recognize that the disabled aren’t that different from you and certainly aren’t different to me.]
Continue reading I’m Disabled!
I can’t say enough good things about the Rusk Institute of Rehabilitation Medicine…. subject to one caveat. Setting up, or checking in for, an appointment is an exercise in occupational therapy in itself. After getting through the process, one is disorientated, anxious, and, generally, functionally impaired. Continue reading The Psychology Test
[I hope you enjoyed last week’s post inspired by The Myth of Sisyphus, and were not disappointed, like the reader who misread it as The Myth of Syphilis (or, The World’s Most Absurde Excuse for not Wearing a Condom). I have a vision, now, of a rakish intellectual lounging on la rive gauche, writing such a treatise. Maybe la rive gauche de la Gowanus….]
I remember, as a younger man, or, more, likely, a teenager — because teenagers are given to Deep Thoughts — hearing friends tell of how their outlook on, or approach to, life had radically changed at a particular age. Continue reading Mr. Personality
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.“
[Referencing Albert Camus, goalkeeper and absurdist king of the existential French philosophers, and author of The Myth of Sisyphus, might be a bit adolescent for a 38-year old stroke survivor, but then, Camus wrote La Chute when he was 42. And one could suggest that his philosophy of the absurd was inspired by a youthful bout of TB which curtailed his nascent soccer career and cut his university studies back to part-time. How much more profound might his work have been if he’d had a massive stroke, too?]
Continue reading The Myth Of Sisyphus