@80's boy, As a visually impared person I can probably offer an opinion on humiliation vs carrying a cane. There are various blind people who reffuse to carry one "because it makes me look blind" and then proceed to fall down a flight of stairs, walk into an obstacle or do something similarly embarrassing and painfull.
I always maintained myself that my cane existed as a tool, to stop me making stupid mistakes. Not carrying one would have bugger all affect on people's opinions, sinse A, people would probably notice anyway from my lack of making eyecontact etc, (though I don't wear dark glasses or similar), and B, more importantly, bugger! opinions, I'm not bruising my ancles, stubbing my toes etc for anyone!
So, if you need to walk with a cane, then do it for yourself, not for strangers. why feel humiliated that you don't want to injur yourself?
heck, if I myself needed to use a walking cane, I'd get one of those really stylish ebony ones with a silver ttop, (I have actually carried one of these before when wearing full victorian evening dress on stage), ---- or maybe a long, gnarled wooden staff like a druid!
btw, I no longer use my cane, but that's because I have reever instead who is far better company, and means I have to concentrate far less on navigation.
as regards dizzyness, some of the worst experiences I've had during recovery have been with what I have come to think of as fuguing.
This is when quite suddenly my mind would plunge me into a sea of different sensations, colours, sounds, smells, snatches of ideas or thoughts that I could do nothing about, yet I'd be at the center of them continuously experiencing everything and anything. None of these impressions were coherent enough to be dellusions or dreams, just fragments and peaces of nothing. Indeed, none of the sensations were intrinsically unpleasant, just utterly chaotic.
I always associated this with when I was feeling the worst about myself, the most gnum, the most lethargic, almost as if I'd gone so dull something inside me had shattered, or maybe I'd moved through the dull, gnum, grey depression to something energetic and vital that was inside.
I'd have no control over when these fugues would happen, indeed the first I remember having I was just walking back from lunch to my room in colidge. They've happened when I've been alone and when with others, at night, in the day time, on trains or in the bath with no pattern or trigger.
During fugues I found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything! I'd need to work extremely hard to just say hello to someone or open a door. The point however is that one of the major effects is that I'd become so dizzy I literally would have trouble standing upright, indeed when the first one hit I remember having to literally stagger back to my room leaning on the wall all the way, and actually falling when I was trying to unlock my door.
I found the best way to deal with a fugue was simply to lie down flat, cut out as much as I can and read a long list of pure facts, prices or information (historical time lines or price lists were great for this, as were wikipedia articals). This would make me feel grounded, give me something that i didnt' have to work at, to try to solve or complete, but which was utterly inconsequencial or emotionless.
It was similar to my use of logic games and spcail puzzles, but at the stage I got to fuguing I couldn't concentrate on anything that required actual action, I just needed something that would exist as a stable, emotionless structure that I could cling to which demanded nothing!
Thankfully, over time as I did more recovery, I fugued less, indeed I don't believe now I've fugued for over a year, but when they were happening they were truly terrifying, particularly with how easily i could suddenly lose even my basic ability to stand upright.
So, if anyone else has dizzy spells that they think could be related to having fugues, the good news is it does get better.