Given the incessant stream of unending 9/11 retrospectives currently bombarding us everywhere we look, I'm noticing that in some bizarre way I've been using the aftermath of 9/11 as a sort of metaphor for my own post-SCI situation. So many times I'd be reading accounts from survivors, people in New York, etc. talking about the numbing shock, the loss, the lingering sense of anxiety and vulnerability, and I'd think, yeah that is exactly how I feel. These feelings have always been a part of me since my SCI, but never before have I seen them expressed from so many angles, all at once. When one of these stories makes me cry I don't know if i cry for the victims, or for myself.

I know these are reactions and emotions shared by everyone who has suffered trauma and loss, but I for one cannot wait until all this is over.