It's gotten easier in other ways. I'm so glad that I had the knee accident, the two surgeries, the pregnancy, and then the whole post-partum time where I really had to deal with all the emotional roller coaster of trying to deal with the whole issue of my self-worth being tied, very tightly, to my technical capabilities at work. That I was good at what I did was a really big part of my self image, and that I could do more than anyone and drive harder and get to answers quicker were all things that were really hard to let go of, especially during the pregnancy where I simply had to acknowledge that my brain wasn't all there anymore. That I couldn't keep 20 layers of abstraction in my brain while debugging anymore, with that witch's brew of hormones, constant hunger, irritation, and exhaustion were bubbling around.
Finally, after months of that I could finally not really care that much, or, maybe, simply not feel quite so wounded. It just took a lot of time and trying to find other things to care about or like about myself. Journaling helped some. Losing Fezzik, in some ways, helped a lot to put certain things in perspective. Now Jet does a lot of that, too.
Now I'm just proud of the fact that I could survive eight hours of work in one day. Hee.