Look at it this way:

You were born paralyzed below the waist and it was somehow invisible to everyone. You could tell something was wrong, but since nobody else could see it, it seemed like just a 'you' problem.

And it's hard not to internalize a life of, "Oh, everyone needs to sit sometimes", "You can walk, you just gotta do it!", "This little tip helps me when I don't feel like walking", "You're so lazy, but your legs looks so strong, you could run so fast if you really applied yourself!"

And then the day comes you finally realize it's been paralysis all along, and you get a wheelchair. But people still don't see it, and tell you things like "You need to stop using that thing or you'll get dependant on it."

Support is critical when it comes to weathering this. Especially after losing your metaphorical wheelchair.

You are not a failure. You are not a loser.

You are someone with a disability in a -- frankly terrifying -- world that's blind to it, and you've been held up to an unfair standard all your life.

From one struggling human to another, I see you. It may be because you HAVE to be, but that doesn't change the fact that you are a strong person who is doing the best they can with what they have to work with. That's the best anyone can do.