I am cargo. She nudges us toward the building. I pull her out into the middle of the sidewalk. We are probably a spectacle. Living with me isn't always easy, RP or no RP, but RP complicates everything.
Marriages often have a hard time withstanding the complexities of disabillity.
At times, in our counseling work, Loie and I ask couples to role play sitting in the front seat of their car. It is rare when those few cubic feet are not a war zone. It is not only the precise site but also the metaphor for angers, resentments, and grief. Early on in my rage for having to give up control of my car, I sat there growling, checking switches and levers, worrying about tire pressure and the fulness of the gas tank. It took years to let it go.