I would like to ask how did you start accepting your disability? I am having

Sorry, I always wanted to start a post thataway. I needed to get into the backyard and unstop a drain. If I didn't my house could get water in through the patio doors. I did OK until I stepped into a hole or depression and went down. I tried getting up,no dice. Called my wife and she tried, no dice. Was brought a chair, no dice. Called 911 and hoped the lightening wouldn't get me before they arrived. Fast forward about two years and now I know what the forcast is and if drain maintenance is needed it is done while the sun shines. This is just one example of a person pushing the limits. Your faucet thing was pushing your limits. Just like animals that sniff an electric fence, it just takes a couple of times to learn not to do certain things. To this day, I will not go into a swimming pool without some spare horsepower in the form of another man or a teenager, etc. Yes it is degrading and just as soon as you think you have no dignity to lose, BAM, another chunk bitten off and swallowed by life living with this condition. I don't think full acceptance is ever achieved. Perhaps some achieve a state of homeostasis where they aren't always barking,kicking,snarling and biting the electric wire. You obviously are not there yet. I have regained the ability to walk, if you don't push once in a while there is no other way to guage capabilities. A little post-failure remorse is natural. Oh, I have also regained the ability to change the oil in my vehicles. I grab the bumper and haul away until I'm standing. I had to hire plumbers for the first time in my life so I feel your pain, in wallet as well as dignity. Keep fighting, well, wait until you heal up. Good Luck, Ken in Texas.