Although I sympathize and feel for your pain, I personally don't agree.
I was born sick. It's a fact. I had 3 major disease, 2 genetic and one due to a med that my mom took while pregnant.
Until 30 I had had as many surgeries as my age, average 1+ per year.
I had my k pouch done at 18 (it's been 39 yrs) and have had another dozen +surgeries since.
I do not consider myself handicapped because of any or all of these problems. I do not expect anyone to understand...how could they? I cannot understand perfectly healthy people destroying their bodies with drugs or food or any other toxin or poison. How could they understand me?
I take as good care of myself as possible, whenever possible but age and accidents seem to be getting the best of me. Slipping and hurting myself badly made me feel handicapped. Not being able to use my arms? Ditto.
But my k pouch (which requires intubation min 8xs/day) doesn't. It is part of me and my body. Part of my body image too. Would I prefer to be born healthy and not have any of this? Of course...But no one asked my opinion.
I have a hole in my abdomen that will never close and needs to be covered, it leaks and stains my clothing but that doesn't stop me from standing up on a stage 5xs/week and teaching full time.
I don't want the world to know about my medical problems, that is why I had a k pouch and not an end ileo, for more ease of movement, sports, discretion, and fewer limitations. That is me and who I am. Not everyone else.
I left home shortly after k pouch surgery in search of a new life, in search of the freedom that my disease prevented me from having. I found it. It's been 33yrs since I moved to Paris and it isn't the easiest lifestyle. Bad bathrooms, no sinks or handicapped stalls, Turkish toilets, sandpaper toilet paper and toilet seats so disgusting that I have no words.
But I fight the good fight, do not give in or give up. I just spent a week in Belgium (with 2 useless forearms including 1 broken elbow) teaching and giving conferences on Happiness. No one knows or could ever guess about my physical condition. I like it that way.
I know and my hubby knows and does his best to help me when I need it. His family doesn't care, couldn't imagine and certainly isn't very helpful most of the time. But I have him and that's enough.
Attitude helps a lot when battling everything that we have to battle. Mindset helps too. If I allow myself to feel everything that I have lived and suffered, I would never get out of bed. So I don't. I am not strong or stronger than anyone else...I just have a different outlook.
I will send you hugs and understanding because I do understand but I will also wish you strength, courage (because we need bucket-loads) and very thick skin. I have found that the day I stopped caring about others' opinions of me or expecting their comprehension was the day that I found peace.
Hugs
Sharon