Well, I happen to be physically disabled. To be more exact, limited ability. I can get around ok, but it causes much pain in my feet, legs, hips, and back. I have to pace myself throughout the day. usually by the end of the day, my legs are tired and I may experience quite a bit of pain.
It hurt to read the opening post; that it would be hard to put a loved one through the ordeal of living with a disabled person. I wonder about that every day. Am I being to much of a burden? Am I pulling my own weight? Am I good enough?
None of that matters because at the end of the day, it was my wife who chose to be with me, flaws and all. We deal with the flaws of others and ourselves everyday. I just happen to have some physical flaws as well.
There are days when I use a wheelchair to help ease the pain from much walking, and man the looks I get from people when I roll on up to a shelf in Wal-mart and then stand up to reach something off the top shelf. Man, it used to bother me and at times it still does, but now I mostly find it hilarious.
My wife has never had a problem with my body. At first, I was terrified that if she saw my scarred feet she wouldn't want to be with me. She simply said that my legs are a part of me and she loves my legs just as much as the rest of me.
A physical disability may not "define" a person but it certainly can influence their personality and character. When you fall in love with someone, you fall in love with all of what makes he/she a person.