Rehab Highway

The Journey May Take A Touch Longer

Rehab highway may be up to another 12 weeks, according to a top practitioner. I keep trying to make light of some significant league injuries, but many more experienced people than I keep advising me not to make light. To focus on rest and recovery. To accept that I have suffered serious trauma.

My medical advisor told me yesterday that work is always needed on the mental aspects of recovery. He’s the third person to mention this in three days. I’m sure there will be ups and downs during recovery. I have watched my crash several times and feel unaffected, but I’m told that aspects of the trauma may surface and require attention.

Last evening I came home from treatment and was very down. I couldn’t understand why, but hell, I was down—an accumulation of minor frustrations over two days and a simple case of me being in pain.

Tipping Into Tears

Later I received a voice message from someone in the broader community. I don’t know her well. I have enjoyed meeting her two or three times, and I know she is well-liked. Her comments about my character, how I affect people, and my generous spirit broke me. It is no humble brag to say I had no sense people thought that of me. My self-loathing has convinced me that no one will attend my funeral. I grew up not used to affection, which became my operating assumption into adult life, to the point I had, until recently, well-developed mechanisms for avoiding affection or even simple compliments. However, I can get obsessed by the tiny number of people who attack me. While ignoring any positive feedback.

The prevailing downer I was experiencing, followed by the whiplash to incredibly kind feedback, was a tipping point, and I was in tears—big old tears with the vibrating bottom lip thrown in as an optional extra.

A Diary Of My Reflections

Rehab highway is something I’m going to develop over the coming weeks and months—the journey of my rehab, a diary of my reflections. I’m learning a lot about myself, and I’m learning a lot about others.

Now I do not want to be a ‘poor me’ professional victim who wallows in his misfortune. No sir, I will not become some condition of the movement, virtue signalling, humble brag type. It will be a quiet series of reflections. One purpose of this short post is to say I won’t be slinging an Instagram post whenever a cloud crosses the sun. If you’re interested, check in on my Rehab Diaries page every so often.

We Are Rarely Alone

I’ve had some powerful feedback on my story to date, and I thank everyone who has blessed me with their comments. Some things have resonated with many readers; shared experiences and reflections. It’s why I say that we are never alone. Our experiences are rarely unique. Someone out there will listen and reach out a hand to you.

3 thoughts on “Rehab Highway”

  1. I can surely relate to this, Stephen. Progression ne’er follows a straight path. We engage in small skirmishes within, where victories and losses interplay, and that’s acceptable. Grant thyself ample time and space—easier said than done, but that’s the battle we endure. A lengthy one it is, and we ought to savor our triumphant struggles, whilst displaying gentleness on days when our spirits dwindle.

    Sending You love and light
    Vick

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  2. Our friendship has grown over the last year of us riding together. And I’ve really appreciated your support on rides.
    I think this is a great idea to have a space to share your journey because recovery won’t be linear. I think it’s time to believe how loved you are because you have affected so many people in a positive way.

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  3. I think you forget the value of what you bring to people around you! Your influence is uplifting, but you must also remember this for yourself. Easier said than done, but you have empathy, you have drive and ambition and you are curious about life. The downside of these traits is that there is a level of self reflection and self criticism tagging along with them!
    As mentioned already in another comment, “display gentleness when our spirits dwindle”. That’s a beautiful phrase and one I will certainly try to remember. Allow your body to heal in whatever time it requires, perhaps it will lead you onto another journey of discover!
    Hope to have coffee with you soon Stephen!

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