I've heard this phrase time and time again. It almost always surfaces when strangers see me walking with my crutches, either when they pass me on the sidewalk or catch me in the cereal aisle at the supermarket, or whatever the setting may be. While the actual sentiment may sound nice at first, ultimately it… Continue reading “…I Hope You Get Better.”
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On Confidence, Self-Esteem and Being Self-Assured
The above photograph is a still from a video dating back to around 2004; I'm not sure. It was just another visit with my orthopedic surgeon, and he wanted to film me walking down the hallway, most likely to evaluate my walking. It's obvious at this point that I was more confident in my physical… Continue reading On Confidence, Self-Esteem and Being Self-Assured
Battling Depression and The Rest While Disabled
I realized recently that I have yet to discuss living with a disability while maintaining my mental health. I can assure you that I am a proponent of self-care, but I wasn't always. Before a life-changing event nudged me towards psychotherapy, I tried to deal with my feelings and emotions all on my own. What… Continue reading Battling Depression and The Rest While Disabled
Why I Am My Own Champion
For a while now, I've talked about being able to voice what I need as I live with a disability. It's a concept I'd otherwise call self-advocacy, which is merely the action of representing oneself or one's views or interests. I didn't always practice self-advocacy. When I was an infant and later child, my mother… Continue reading Why I Am My Own Champion
On What I Can and Cannot Control
I know I can't control everything. I can't control that I am disabled. I can't control that I was born premature. However, I like to think that I can control certain things relating to my disability. For example, I'm the one who usually decides when I should or need to ask for help for whatever… Continue reading On What I Can and Cannot Control
On Helping Me Out
Several times, I have discussed the reality of having to ask for help once in a while during my day-to-day of life as someone who is disabled. I believe that asking for help in this position is a bit more complex than one might think. As I've said, doing so is a sign of trust,… Continue reading On Helping Me Out
Subject of The Stares
I've been using crutches since I was eight years old, but before that, I'd use a walker and a special stroller to sit and travel in when I got too tired or fatigued. As you might imagine, a seven year-old sitting in a big stroller got some stares from the other kids, some of them… Continue reading Subject of The Stares
The Spastic Diplege 