I didn't think I was vain, but I refuse to wear elastic shoelaces that only come in black, brown, and white. I also refuse to wear shoes with Velcro straps. It would upset me to give a professional presentation or go to a wedding with laces that don't match my shoes or wear shoes with Velcro straps that a 10 year old would be embarrassed to wear to school. I want to wear the color-coordinated laces I paid for. Vanity kept me committed until I got good at tying shoelaces one-handed.
There is another reason one-handed shoe tying makes me happy. Having doctors untie my shoes is
startling. Doctor didn't undress me without asking for permission before I had a stroke. This change made me angry because I was a young child the last time this happened to me. It's also frustrating because pulling on the end of the lace (white arrow) turns this mock bow into a knot. I stopped doctors by tucking in the loose end of the lace. Now a moment of silence makes me realize the doctor is staring at my shoes with a puzzled look on his or her face. How can you tie a bow without leaving any free ends? That moment of silence gives me an opportunity to ask if they want me to take off my shoes.
I love it when I get what I want without having to yell.
When I was an OT I understood adapted devices from an intellectual point of view. A stroke taught me about the emotional wallop they can elicit. My reaction to compensation often surprises me. Paradoxically I love using Velcro to stop a small bag from banging against my cane as I walk.