My Self Esteem After My Injury

My Self Esteem After My Injury

We all remember those awkward teenager years where we all were freaks of nature. You had acne, the mom hair cut, braces, the high water jeans because your mom said no they still fit and you’re still growing. We all had something that we swore up and down it was the only thing people saw in the entire school. It didn’t matter that ever other kid had the same problems, because they could only see yours.

My injury threw me back into those awkward teen feelings when it concerned my self esteem about my physical body. Pretty much all of us have physical scars, especially if our disabilities were acquired through an accident. I decided to move to Florida, the center of shorts universe, with 2nd and 3rd degree burn scars covering my lower body. Classic Luke thinking right there… I see no reason why this will not work. Why in the name of God is there smoke coming out from beneath my jeans? Because your body is cooking itself you stupid moron, it’s August in Florida what did you think would happen. Play it off man, just be cool even if you die from heat stroke. You will look good doing it. Whatever you do, do not uncover those legs. We have enough problems.

Let’s get through school and move back to New York where you belong. Oh yes, college at 27 years old, I fit in like a pro. Why do all these kids look like high schoolers to me and where the hell are the adults? Oh they are teaching, because adults already have a career you loser. Let’s see if your retarded ass can make it through this mess. God knows you’re not talking your way through it.

As you can see I was in a great mindset after my injury. I lost my career, physical abilities, and all respect for myself. As a young single guy I think it hit the hardest. I went from dating four or five girls a week to not even wanting to interact with women. My self esteem was non existent. I credit my wife with being the biggest part of recovering that. She didn’t do anything special, and I think that was the key. She treated me the exact same as she did everyone else and very slowly I too began to see that I was still me. I still have days where I struggle to accept myself, but every day I try a little harder to remember that everything happens for a reason. Those reasons call me daddy and I would be nothing without them.

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