In overcoming disabilities (which don't go away, but they can be managed), here is what I appreciate most about my husband. It may sound like I'm talking about myself here, but believe me, I wouldn't be able to say what I'm saying if it weren't for my husband.
I've had enough of that "You're handicapped; you can't do it; you need looking after" mentality. My husband *expects* me to function as competently, independently, and dare I say normally as possible. He'll accommodate me if I need it, but he doesn't unnecessarily fuss or hover over me. Shoot, he doesn't even slow down for me when we walk together. Not that he needs to, anymore. I've become stronger, and now I can keep pace with him. If I don't know how to do something most people my age do (driving a car is a big example) then he will either teach me, or help arrange for me to be taught. Then instead of "Oh, never mind; don't worry your head about that; just let me handle it," he answers questions and gives me helpful advice. *Without* looking down on me because I don't already know. He understands that I was simply never taught.
I just completed training on a new job. This coming Monday starts my first full 40-hour week. Yes, I'm up to it. The last few times I hinted at maybe getting a job, well-meaning family and church members immediately started with this business about "Are you sure you can handle it? Won't it be too much for you?" Which caused me to doubt myself, and the resulting lack of confidence lessened my chances of actually getting hired. Self-fulfilling prophecy. For my own part, I shouldn't have listened to their negativity, or feared going against them. My job is on the other side of the metropolitan area. Thanks to my husband, I can drive myself to work every day, and I have the car to do it in.
A lot of us have a tendency to act as we are treated. We live up, or down, to what is expected of us. If we're treated like we're incompetent, we're going to mentally decompose. If we're treated like thugs, we're going to be angry. If we're treated like losers, we're going to give up on ourselves. If we're treated like we can't do it, eventually we're not even going to try.
Thank God for sending me a husband who treats me like a normal adult human being, so I can have an easier time acting like one.