I have physical disabilities which “happened to me” which are not the result of anything I did, or should have.
Life has been done to me deep, painful, and without a kiss.
It has changed how I respond to others, but not in one size fits all style.
It started with me having very little patience for anyone or anything, including myself. No, especially myself.
Over time that evolved.
I tended to have more and more patience with children, impaired people, and certain randomly occurring events.
People who had a great deal more to work with, mentally, physically, financially than me, I developed a total lack of patience for.
Now, colors have mostly run in together, and there’s fewer defined lines where I feel impatience. It fluxes a lot more with my pain levels the past few weeks.
As far as compassion goes, I have always had that. It is pure age and experience which has shown me more about who needs my compassion, and who I should not waste the energy on.