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when it is difficult to talk when you're being taken for

Nel corso degli anni ho parlato a centinaia di genitori con figli con lesione spinale.

Assetati di qualsiasi tipo di informazione, e soprattutto assetati di speranza.

Mai preso la cosa sottogamba, ho sempre cercato di avere un quadro, il più preciso possibile, della situazione e di non dire inutili stronzate illusorie, però cercando sempre di portargli un po' di ottimismo.

Perché ottimista sono nata, così sono fatta.

Poi capita che devi parlare con un genitore che non è un genitore qualsiasi, ma un genitore che conosci da quando eri piccola. Allora mi sono fatta 1000 domande, ne ho selezionate un centinaio: le ho poste a persone competenti. Mi hanno suggerito cosa say and how to say it.

And I was a big help.

I talked to the parent, and it was hard.

see his eyes turn red and forcefully rejected the tears, hear his words and not gloss could say: "Be optimistic," because as far as he could be the situation he describes is exactly what it is.

I relived my accident and the strength of my father during those long months.

I was lucky to have a family who supported me, which comforted me when there was the consolation that spurred me when there was a stimulus.

If now the usual stubborn as ever, the usual pain in the ass, I owe it to them.

If I do not self-pity (... almost never goes well), I owe it to them.

So I tried to get this message to parents: Be strong in front of the hospital bed, cry when you come home. Do not refuse mourning, mourning because of it, because it hurts. But elaboratelo outside the walls of the hospital room.

Protect the room from the hundreds of visitors who will come, because in that bed there is a person who needs to regain strength.

And 80% of those visitors, after a year or a year and a half, will not remain a trace.

I grew up with friends and they are wonderful, some are more, some less, but I know enough to be a whistle avventino on me and bend over backwards to make me feel good.

remember instead a text message that a colleague of mine sent me shortly after the operation to realign the vertebrae, "I'll be there for you always." Indeed. Came to see me only once in seven months in hospital, and then darkness. After five years I asked the friend on facebook: god, wishing I had his words of reproach empty (I've got some more 'now).

But no. But why deal with morons like that.

"Ignore," click, issue closed.

Ma questo non puoi dirlo a un genitore.

Forse da ipocrita, però devi fargli credere che avrà sempre amici o pseudo-tali intorno.

Spero solo che sia fortunato come me.