My name is Meena Dhanjal Outlaw. On January 23, 2000, I fell from the balcony of my home and sustained a spinal cord injury. From that day forward, I was a paraplegic and no longer had use of my legs. This is my story.
Challenges After My Spinal Cord Injury
However, fate had another plan for me. After I became paralyzed, everything changed drastically.
One huge change was a divorce shortly after my accident. Suddenly, I had to figure out how to take care of myself as well as my newborn son and my three-year-old daughter at the time.
The years following this heartbreaking transition were really rough.
I was so consumed with how I was going to make ends meet and support my children that I even attempted to go back to work.
Unfortunately, that turned out to be a disaster. Up until that point, I had never known what it was like to experience ableism and silent discrimination. It didn’t take long for me to decide I would find my own way to support my children, because the traumatic experiences of that job really shook me to my core. I decided I would never allow anyone to treat me like that again.
Finding Support in Family
Luckily, my mother came to stay with me as much as she could on breaks from her job in London. My family took turns to come over to be with me and help out. Just knowing I had someone there to count on was the biggest peace of mind I could have received.
My children were my rock and my unceasing encouragement to never give up. Everything became about them. I decided to remain in the same school district for them because I knew the schools would be great for them. I could have moved elsewhere, but being a mother requires sacrifice.
Thank God I had a good mother who never gave up on me. That blessing alone taught me what I needed to be for my children and me. Following my mother’s lead, I wanted to do that for my children graciously.
Living as a Single Mother with a Disability
With my paralysis came complications. I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis four years ago. I went from being a high functioning paraplegic to now using a power wheelchair with muscle weakness constantly threatening my upper body. Doctors told me I have a mild case of this autoimmune neurological disease. Well, I don’t know what that is, but I would never wish this condition on my worst enemy.
As a single mother, I had to become vigilant so that my children and I could sleep safely at night. I slept with a baseball bat next to me because this was the first time I had ever lived alone. I went from my parent’s home to my husband’s home to being a divorced, newly disabled mother of two young children.
Of course, I wanted to do all I could to take care of my kids, but I soon found I couldn’t protect them from everything. My daughter was bullied at school, all because I am disabled. As a result, I now have an estranged relationship with her. It’s one of the most painful things to go through, but I am a survivor and a fighter. I keep moving forward and fight my battles with dignity and strength.
My Journey Had a Bigger Purpose
After taking some time to think about my goals, I decided to go back to school. Four years later, I earned my diploma with a goal of writing books for children and teenagers.
Since then, I have published four books, earned awards, and made my own mark in my chosen employment field as a freelance writer. This has allowed me the opportunity to work from home so I could also meet the needs of my children.
By the third year of my disability, I can proudly say I was almost entirely independent. Things were looking up. Our home was perfect, wheelchair-accessible, and safe for the children too.
Then God blessed me with a good man. The moment I met him, I knew he was the one I was destined to meet in my life. I knew in my gut that this journey, with all of its heartbreaks and disappointments, pain, and abuse, served a purpose to lead me to him.
Who could have predicted that I would have had another child? It was never in our plan.
Who could have predicted that I would be so happy in my marriage? In the first few years of my of my post-injury life, I had cried to my mother, asking her who could ever love me like this.
God had the answer.
Now, I’m living out my own love story every day. I have a husband who is there for me through thick and thin.
Looking Back and Moving Forward
I found this picture the other day when sorting out my photographs. To me, it says everything of how I felt at that time: lost, alone, unsure, and very different.
Every time the anniversary of my accident rolled around, I felt melancholy, remembering the day when the biggest and most traumatic change in my life occurred. I was sad for a long time, but I hid it well. I refused to allow my children to see me cry. That, I did at night by myself.
It’s now been nineteen years since the day of my paralyzing accident. But over the last few years, I realize that I pushed through those terrible years of the unknown with positive energy. That energy returned to me in increasingly positive ways, and I came out better, stronger, and independent.
I forgave all my old enemies, and this was as much for them as it was for myself. Why carry resentment and bitterness? It would only hurt my future and me.
Today, I look at that old picture and think, “Wow, that is a sad woman. But look how far I have come!”
I thank God I went through all I did if this was supposed to be the other side. I am now a mother of three beautiful children and a wife to a wonderful husband. Our lovely home and our lives are filled with grace, love, and faith.
What I realized out of all of this experience is that this was my road to success, fulfillment, and happiness. Breaking free of the chains of my past made me love my present and forward to the future.
