In a previous post (link please) I discussed how I really dislike being called an inspiration when all I’ve done is the same as every other stroke survivor.

Today I spent an hour with someone relatively new to my life the driving assessor who is doing my consolidation hours adjusting to driving with hand adaptions before I’m allowed to drive fully independent again.

One hour in silence 1:1 is a rare thing and the silence needs filling, we’re both quite chatty which is nice and have built a good rapport quickly and have some joint acquaintances and even shared interests.

While talking about other disabled drivers he’s encountered and other stroke drivers he said I’d “been lucky really and dodged a bullet” as he’d met so many people in worse scenarios. I very nearly pulled the car over to leave because I could feel my anger building. I agree my stroke could have been worse, I know how critically ill I was for a while and to have survived is an achievement, but to have made the progress I have is down to hard work, grit and support, none of this has been luck and the entire thing couldn’t be further from the truth, I know there was no malice or ill sentiment in his words but it still annoyed me and not just a little