I Guess I Should Title This..."How To Get Kicked Out Of Support Group"

You got it, I got kicked out of support group.  Those who know me understand that having a whiny and self pitying attitude is not my thing.  I have always been one who believed that you just pick yourself up, don't complain, and move on. No matter the circumstances.You get what you give... so to speak. So it should come as no surprise that I would get kicked from a support group that wallowed in self pity, and woe is me.
The support group is for stroke survivors.  The problem is that this group wasn't really supportive, it was more like a whining session for self pity zealots.  I couldn't really take it very well.  All of the incessant feel sorry for me posts.
The straw that broke the proverbial camels back, a post from a stroke survivor. He was complaining that his family, wife and children did not want to be around him.  That he was lonely and depressed.  His wife didn't love him anymore and his children were indifferent to him.  BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
Well I tried to be kind,  "your wife and kids need time too, this is traumatic for them as well".  Most of the other posts were about the same as his, no one loves me, I have no friends, everyone hates me...
He continued on about.. feel sorry for me, I can't do....etc. etc.
I had reached my limit.  I posted to him that this self pity was getting him no where, that feeling sorry for your self was unbecoming.  I posted that he probably was like this before the stroke and shouldn't use it as a means of guilting his kids into spending time with him.  They probably didn't like him before the stroke anyway, if he was like this. As for his wife,  she also couldn't stand him before either, and now really resented him .  In other words he was already a jerk .
The next day I was blocked.  Oh well I really didn't need it anyway,  I have support, and I sure as hell never felt sorry for myself.  If I did though, I hope that someone would tell me like it is.  

Those Friggin Pegs

As most of you remember part of my therapy consisted of a balance beam (which I mastered with the grace of a true pro), and working with pegs.  There are several exercises I have to do with them.  Taking them in and out of holes in a board, just like the game at Cracker Barrel, picking up these extremely small round pegs and putting them in designs, using tweezers to do these same exercises with.  I know that most of you think "what stupid things to be doing".  But, I had to teach my fingers how to move again.  The part of my brain that sent stimuli to my left side (including the fine motor skills) was dead.  We only use a fraction of our brain, even Einstein.  So there are plenty of cells just sitting around that can learn new orders. Many days I sat talking to my fingers telling them to move (the stubborn little bastards).   The therapists would sit and manipulate my hand and fingers as I told them what to do, giving the brain the charge that it was actually speaking to them. Little by little they have progressed, the brain has found new pathways to send signals. Those friggin little pegs are no match for me and my super powers. It is said that a man can move a mountain using mind over matter. I dont know if that is true, but I do know that with will, determination and faith I have moved my fingers.  My next goal, being able to play the piano again. And I know I can do it.
Giving the Gigem, just 2 weeks ago I could not do this.

Mary Lou and Me

I continue therapy 2x a week, 4 hours.  Today as I was waiting for my therapist another patient leaned over and said "what are you here for"?   Oh how  I wanted to say " had to shank this dude, disrespected me".
So, that balance beam.  Conquered that b_____. Full three times forward and three times backward.  Now try that any of you . I'm telling you Mary Lou Retton wasnt as proud as I was today. My drill sargent Marcie and the  whole group in therapy had stopped and watched me, giving me a round of applause.   I was standing tall.  Making my victory lap through the gym on my way to the tables to be stretched, I stepped on my shoelace and almost fell flat.  Well it was good while it lasted.
Now, if I can just whip those friggin pegs.
Thank you all for the continued well wishes