In reply to rob sykes:
I am currently having a massive re-appraisal of my climbing lifestyle. Until a few months ago I loved gnarly trad, loose rock, soloing near my personal limit, you know 'manly' climbing. I only went sport climbing cos I needed to get fitter to climb more exciting routes. I only bouldered in the winter cos it was too cold to stand around belaying. I never thought I'd ever consider stopping. I even used to mock (in a friendly jovial manner of course) my friends who only ever bouldered, despite them being obviously way stronger than me.
That all changed a few months ago when my missus f**ked herself up. Now I have a paraplegic girlfriend who I deeply love and care for I'm not prepared to take the risk at all. We simply can't afford to have two cripples in the house. Okay, eventually she'll be pretty much self-sufficient but for now she needs me a lot more than I need to exercise my ego.
I've been climbing a handful of times since her accident. Bouldering at Anston stones was terrifying, the thought of pinging backwards off those low roofs and ending up in the hospital bed next to her was just too much. Climbing steep multi-pitch felt a lot safer(after the first pitch anyway), even at a crag as loose as Wintour's. Can't be arsed with Grit anymore, too many routes with groundfall potential in what I call 'the cripple zone' between 25 and 50ft where the consequences of a fall are potentially worse than death.
I'm just going to go sport climbing now. And some big easy trad. And take the climbing blinkers off and find other sports that we can do together. It's not been an easy decision to make, but that's what I'm doing.
In a way I think my situation is kind of similar to having a baby to look after - all of a sudden you aren't no.1 anymore. Little milestones become more important than any piece of rock - the first time they manage to roll over and bum shuffle, the first time they poo on a toilet on their own, their first steps (I'm dreaming now, that's highly unlikely for us).
Incidentally, my girlfriend also broke her talus years ago - bouldering at Pex when she missed her mat. The recovery was so long and slow that it totally changed her attitude to climbing. Despite leading 6c/7a on bolts and following me on E5's, she'd back off Vdiffs if she thought there was the slightest chance of getting hurt. She always complained that her heel was never put back together correctly, it was at slightly the wrong angle and affected her running and yoga. At least she ain't bothered by her heel now!