Masculinity when the protector needs protection
As a bodyguard, I knew where I was supposed to be if somebody was in danger. Between them and whatever was coming. I’d spent years in the infantry before that. I took it for granted that if someone I loved was in trouble, I’d be able to get to them. Since my brain aneurysm ruptured, I’ve had to think about what happens if I’m the one they have to get to. I can ask somebody to move something I can’t reach and get on with my day. What gets to me is the thought of being right there when someone I love needs me and being physically unable to help the way I once could. I miss the comfort of knowing I could step in if I had to. I relied on other men all the time in the Army. I knew what I brought to the job, and so did they. If the bloke beside me gave me a hand, I knew I could do the same for him when he needed it. It feels different when what you can do has changed for good. I’m grateful for the people who are there for me, and I still wonder when I’ll get to do for them what they’ve...