You've deleted the messages. You've told your friends you're done. You can probably produce a reasonably comprehensive PowerPoint presentation on all the reasons this person was bad for you. And yet you miss them. Perhaps you check their social media. Maybe you replay old conversations or remember the good moments and temporarily forget the approximately 746 reasons you decided the relationship couldn't continue. Then comes the shame: What is wrong with me? Why would I miss s

There is a strange expectation placed on disabled and chronically ill people that once we've reached some mythical state of “acceptance”, we're supposed to be completely at peace with everything that comes with it. We should have embraced our bodies, found the silver lining, become impressively resilient and perhaps even be grateful for everything our experiences have taught us. Preferably while smiling. I don't think acceptance works like that. You can accept that disability