I want to extend my sincerest condelence, and let you know that I went through a long period of not being able to feed myself. I was born without any issues, but I got Epilepsy at the tender age of 5 years old. I could not walk anymore, I babbled like a toddler trying to form her first words, and I probably drooled. Even though I do not remember drooling, it is very likely I did. I was very upset, even angry at my body for failing me.
I was confused, and being mad at the world did not help. I was damaged goods in my young eyes. When I woke up in the hospital I needed to use the bathroom. I got off the bed just fine, but my landing was less than graceful. At that moment is when it hit me that I could no longer walk. I wanted no help because I was mad, and determined. I eventually relented, and asked for a little help. If I could go back to that moment in my life, I would have crawled all the way there on my own if I had to.
I just want you to know that you can keep going, and work to towards being more independent. I know that CP is progressive, and a bit different from my condition. I survived a horrible disease that would have me on my knees begging for an escape from it, but I have thrived because I fought for my existence to mean something. I believe you can get through this tough trying time, and if anyone treats you bad as a result of your illness. Then there not worthy of being in the presence of a true heroic individual.