My dad is finally dealing with becoming himself disabled. He has pains and breathing problems and stuff (copd, went through cancer treatment last year), and it’s made him wildly depressed.

So I told him… you know, I’ve been dealing with disability that drastically impacts my life since I was barely in my teens. Here’s a few strategies to manage some of the emotional toll it takes on you, but you really should do the things the doctors tell you to because they make it easier to deal with the conditions that are part of your life now… trust me, do them. I’ve been physically disabled most of my life, and know how much that stuff helps. You at least made it into your 70s before it started… chalk that up as a win.

He won’t do the exercises, he won’t use the oxygen, he sleeps all but a few hours a day, and is just totally checked out… all because he’s old. So dumb. All the tools he’s been given would make him feel better and improve the quality of his life, instead he’s actively reducing both quality and quantity of remaining life…