I threw my back out this afternoon. How many times have I done this? And how many times have I had to say it? My back IS my blindness; tension is deep in my muscles. Not seeing produces headaches, aches in the supraspinatus, brings on foul moods. Now I can barely tie my shoes.
When you have a disability, whether visible or invisible, sympathetic effects happen. One gets used to it. The “it” a ratcheting down of the day. How many afternoons did I spend as a child, crippled by tension headaches, hearing others play outside? The gone days are familiar to disabled folks.
In grade school, junior high, and high school I used to have to go to the nurse’s office to lie down. The surplus military blankets were so entirely familiar that I can smell them to this day.
Odor of backaches long remembered.