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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.disaboom.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Disaboom bexyna Blog</title><link>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/</link><description /><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20917.1142)</generator><item><title>NO Friends</title><link>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/08/13/no-friends.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:17:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">28f394d7-ba37-43a1-baa5-4a0a3f3961c4:92743</guid><dc:creator>bexyna</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=92743</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/08/13/no-friends.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;My best friend has just decided she can&amp;#39;t be my friend anymore.&amp;nbsp; I only have two other friends who I can&amp;#39;t see or talk to very often because of location and their jobs.&amp;nbsp; I feel so alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.disaboom.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=92743" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>Life Friendship Things That Suck</title><link>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/08/07/life-friendship-things-that-suck.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:20:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">28f394d7-ba37-43a1-baa5-4a0a3f3961c4:90589</guid><dc:creator>bexyna</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=90589</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/08/07/life-friendship-things-that-suck.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve always been the strong one for my friends, a constant shoulder to cry on, helping with work, frienships, relationships etc etc.&amp;nbsp; But since my accident its felt like I&amp;#39;m having to do that more and more often.&amp;nbsp; Is this normal?&amp;nbsp; The person who could do with more support ends up supporting everyone else?&amp;nbsp; I tried to talk to my friend coz I was having a really bad and she told me I wasn&amp;#39;t allowed coz she needed me to be the strong&amp;nbsp; one.&amp;nbsp; I just need someone to tell me its alright for me to be grieving for my leg and everything else that I&amp;#39;ve lost and no one seems to care that I&amp;#39;m finding it really hard.&amp;nbsp; So I pu on more of facade and become more rock like, but every so often it cracks.&amp;nbsp; I can&amp;#39;t be that great an actor can I?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which brings me to my next point; I miss acting; I miss dancing; I miss being able to move properly.&amp;nbsp; And I know I can never go back to all that - even if i could still move an act.&amp;nbsp; An its the hardest thing in the world to come to terms with.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m happy when I perform but now when I try I&amp;#39;m also completely depressed and the two emotions just screw me up so bad that I don&amp;#39;t even know what I&amp;#39;m doing anymore.&amp;nbsp; So what do I do with my life now?&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;ve got no money, no job, no studies, essentially no life.&amp;nbsp; No friends really, they can&amp;#39;t afford to come see me now they&amp;#39;ve all moved away to university.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m just fed up of being in the house, being alone or with my parents.&amp;nbsp; I just can&amp;#39;t cope, i used to be so independant and now I&amp;#39;m just really not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;This sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.disaboom.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=90589" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roller Coaster Ride</title><link>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/07/20/roller-coaster-ride.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 22:36:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">28f394d7-ba37-43a1-baa5-4a0a3f3961c4:83876</guid><dc:creator>bexyna</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=83876</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.disaboom.com/Blogs/bexyna/archive/2008/07/20/roller-coaster-ride.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;It will be six months since my above knee amputation in 7 days after getting hit by a car that mounted the pavement in January.&amp;nbsp; In that time i&amp;#39;ve been on a roller coaster of emotions, mainly the negative ones.&amp;nbsp; While i was in hospital, and learning to walk with my prosthetic, and all that kind of stuff, even when filling in forms for various diability living things, I never actually thought of myself as disabled.&amp;nbsp; That was until today.&amp;nbsp; A few years ago I rode horses on a regular basis and I decided that riding again might be just the thing to lift my spirits.&amp;nbsp; I arrived at the stables to discuss with the manager about the possibility of riding. &amp;#39;Our insurance doesn&amp;#39;t cover rider&amp;#39;s with disabilities&amp;#39;.&amp;nbsp; It wasn&amp;#39;t like a huuge thing; i&amp;#39;d encountered plenty of stuff to do with my disability already but I think that was the first thing to drive home the lie that i&amp;#39;d been told my medical staff and myself - that you can live a normal life, and there&amp;#39;s not going to be things your not able to do.&amp;nbsp; I wish it wasn&amp;#39;t a lie, and maybe its not for a lot of amputees but the break to my left elbow, right femur and various other bones has left me with limited movement pretty much across my body.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;d been dealing with coming to terms with &amp;#39;disabled&amp;#39; for a while but had been kind of thinking once I was back on my feet I wouldn&amp;#39;t need to use it again.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, in the eyes of the law, goverment, health department etc that is what I am from now until forever.&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;#39;t think its a bad thing, but i&amp;#39;ve had too many choices taken away from me recently; and I dunno this having to find a riding centre that deals specifically to disabled people just made me think more &amp;#39;THAT&amp;#39;s&amp;nbsp;NOT ME!&amp;#39;.&amp;nbsp; So i don&amp;#39;t know if i&amp;#39;ll be balancing this physically disabled but emotionally not all my life or whether eventually all these opposites facets that make up me &amp;#39;bekih&amp;#39; will come together and i&amp;#39;ll feel whole again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.disaboom.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=83876" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>