That's a bit of backpedaling, isn't it? That is, "accepting a disability" is a bit different than "Accept a mangled life, deprived of peace until you die, living in a limbo, drained of hope.", isn't it? If anything, the latter viewpoint seems to me to have very, very little to do with the concept of acceptance.
Mangle - V. (used with object) to injure severely, disfigure, or mutilate
Disable - V. (used with object) to make unable or unfit; weaken or destroy the capability of;incapacitate
Big deal. I chose a similar word that was more dramatic and expressed my agony in a more poetic manner. It got your attention, didn't it?
Tinnitus deprives you of peace for sure. You lose the ability to hear nothing, may develop chronic pain, often lose a lot of cognitive function (I definitely have) and the situation is typically hopeless. Many of us live in a limbo of sorts. Really, life itself is a limbo - you remain here from birth until death, unsure both of when you are going to be born and when you are going to depart.
And, I will say it for the THOUSANDTH TIME, acceptance will never happen for me. I had a happy early life (til age 12) but a dreadfully unfair adolescence. Therapists originally tried to help me "cope" with bullying. I succeeded, because bullying isn't a permanent thing. It's a temporary problem. I made friends and was happy.
When I turned 15, they tried to help me "cope" with vitreous degeneration, and now they're trying to get me to "cope" with tinnitus and being disabled. The important thing is that
I WAS HAPPY until I developed chronic illnesses. I had everything I needed to be happy. I know what the only thing is that will MAKE me happy - and that is not being physically sick anymore.
I remembered thinking on my 15th birthday (I had JUST developed giant eye floaters that ENDED my favorite hobby: reading) that I wasn't going to make it very far into adulthood. I stopped saving money for a car. I stopped caring. I never left the house because the sun blinded me with a spray of floaters.
The doctors told me that my "brain would filter them out" or it would "fade over time" or "sink out of my field of vision." It didn't. It grew in size and opacity roughly 15x and now obstructs my entire central field of view. I also developed hundreds of smaller, clear floaters.
One night that same year, I noticed a tonal buzz when it was dead silent in my room. I went to the doctors. They told me such things as "at your age it isn't permanent" "your brain will filter it out" "it will fade over time" "your hearing is fine." Just like the gradual loss of eyesight to large blurry patches, the tinnitus has gradually gotten worse.
The bottom line is that I
WAS positive and coping well, but my diseases keep getting progressively worse. Now, I can no longer cope with them. I won't live a life in pain, especially because I have so many years ahead of me to suffer.
I'm inclined to agree with you, but also think it's quite ridiculous to try to "prove" such a thing; that is, if there is some ephemeral higher order to things, it's quite impossible to access it through lab experiments. Which doesn't mean that we shouldn't try... only that such work is often misleading or ultimately unsatisfying (Strassman's DMT experiments come to mind).
DMT is a drug that changes the electrical firing patterns and neurochemical levels in your brain. Drugs have nothing to do with being dead. The only way to know what being dead is like would be to somehow stop all electrical activity in your brain, rendering you completely unthinking, and then resume all electrical activity in your brain, which we can't do. Brain damage, just like CNS damage, is permanent. Many people who have come close to death through oxygen deprivation from cardiac arrest report that it was just like being asleep - they felt and experienced nothing.