All you have to do is get hurt badly enough that you need help to take care of stuff you’d normally be able to take care of on your own. Like not being able to walk without crutches, which means you can’t so much as carry a cup of coffee with you. This was 14 days post-injury when the swelling had gone down enough for surgery.
Obviously it needed some work. First came almost 5 hours of surgery and then months of wearing a cast. And now I get to be “special” for TSA with all the metal in me.
Perceived weakness = instant increase in level of contempt from everyone except other men. Especially men who know what it’s like to be injured. Women don’t have empathy for men, they only want to see performance.