What Uber Did To Me

My ask of you, beloved readers, is at the end

It’s been two years since the accident that caused my head injury, and so far there has been no acknowledgement or acceptance of responsibility for what Uber did to me. So using the technique of the second person I address this to Uber. To you and what you did to me. To you and what you did to me and to others in my life.

Dear Uber - here’s what you did to me:

• you ended my career

• you changed my relationships

• you’ve affected not just me but Nick

• you’ve destroyed my ability to read for pleasure, and reading what’s required is difficult

• you’ve messed up my vision to the point where I have to return to rehab

• you hurt my balance which I’ve been slowly and painstakingly working to restore

• you’ve stalled my ability to work on my driving

• you’ve hurt my ability to concentrate

• you’ve changed my emotional system

• you’ve messed with my ability to govern mood

• you’ve required me to struggle with things that have always been effortless. Now nothing is effortless. Everything is effortful.

• you’ve changed the very structure and substance of my days and my life

• you’ve dramatically changed my social life and put strict limits on what I can do

• you’ve limited my travel

• you’ve changed my energy, and not for the good

• you’ve forced my brain to find new ways to work since you significantly damaged the way it has worked for my entire life. Some of those new ways work, others are a struggle.

• you’ve caused me pain that I can’t escape. Pain that arrives every day. Pain that’s impervious to every single treatment, even from the most uncomfortable and invasive. Pain that limits everything and that I have to fight, every single day. Pain that plagues me. Pain that enervates me.

• you’ve turned me into a person with a disability, with everything that carries

• you’ve made my life more difficult in every conceivable way

You did this to me, Uber. Not anyone else. It was an accident for which you and you alone are responsible.

This is your fucking fault.

To my beloved readers: here’s what I’m asking of you. I want to get this story out to as many people as possible. Maybe Uber will take notice. Please share this on your social media, with your networks, across platforms and channels. If you’re good with digital marketing and have the time and interest in helping me spread the word that would be amazing. Whatever you can do - I’d consider it a huge favor and I’d be grateful.