How People View The Disabled

I feel as a person with a disability who needs a lot of care, I find it impossible to have anything that resemble a social life. My beautiful mind is trapped inside a body that does not work very well. The guys that I have had feeling for I am quite sure that most of them did not even know I was even alive. The few that I had the guts to tell them to their face how I felt got down right angry and nasty. Like I was something totally disgusting and beneath their feet. I feel like I have so much to offer the world, but no one seems to want to find out what I am offering. If people could just get what I look like, or what they think a person with a disability should be. I think I am very funny and charming. Admitting my conversation skills could probably use some perfecting, because I am around PCA’s all day. Though when I am out in public I tried to make conversations with strangers, so I can try to make a connection with someone outside of my little bubble. My life feel very suffocating, because I always have somebody around me almost all the time. When I am out with my caregiver it is like I become invisible, even when they want to ask me a question they will ask the caregiver the question and wait for her to translate the Quest allion. Do these people really that people with disabilities have our own language?

I hate when able body people tell me the best way to live life with my disability. Those know it all people never had to explain to someone they really like about weird startle reflex, or my personal favorite to explain to a guy I like is that I am 32 and I wear depends. That kind of stuff is a mood killer for sure. Sometimes when I sit too close to another person my arm can spontaneously extend, which has led to some pretty awkward conversations with total strangers; not exactly the best first impression. Just the fact that people are gawking at me when I am out with someone can be very unsettling for the other person. I am so used to people looking at me when I go somewhere that I don’t even notice people doing it anymore.

The most frustrating thing for me is that I have a very outgoing personality that not a whole lot of people get to see, because most men will give me the time day. I believe that my personality was transplanted into a completely different body. If that were to happen my social calendar would be full and I would be the life of the party. I know for myself that am a wonderful light hearted person, I just wish more people knew it too. Even though we say things like don’t judge a book by its cover, we can’t help but to do it anyway. Even I am guilty of this at time, after all I am only human. I too misjudged the things I did not understand at first. I understand why people feel the way they do when they first meet me: I just wish they would give me a chance to challenge their pre-conceived notions about the disabled.

You also have those people that think that I am a saint, just because I am a disabled person in a wheelchair. I cannot stand the way my doctor looks at me; she looks at me like I am an angel with a halo that is going to grow wings any day now. Like I could do anything wrong. The people that think that disabled people could never think about sex. My mom always has an unrealistic expectations about me being a perfect being. She would allow my brothers and sister to say any profanity they wanted, but if I did I got into so much trouble.

Killer kids

This world scares me at times. I think that a 12-year-old girl should be old enough to not to believe in the boogieman. Why would you want to win the favor of a vial demonic creature? I believe that the kids knew what they were doing was wrong and now they are coming up with this BS story about Slenderman. I believe that tonight’s episode of ABC’s .20/20 is proof that the children of today do not have a healthy fear of God. I do not care what religious background you come from, I think we can all agree that the basic principle of most religion are a good outline for life. If you don’t believe in a higher power that is fine, but we need to take the time to instill basic morals into the children of today, because these maladaptive kids are our future. Not only do the children lack basic moral foundation; they also lack the coping skills to deal with negative criticism. When I got a bad grade, I took it on the chin. I did not kill the teacher, because of my failure to understand something. You need metal detectors in schools to feel safe. There was even talk about teachers having the right to carry guns in the classroom. When I think about two little girls coming up with a plan to kill their friend to win the proxy of an urban legend; my blood runs cold. These type of crimes are not isolated acts of violence, because they are occurring all over the place. Every time something like this happens we say looking back there were signs of mental illness. We need to learn how to diagnose the illness in the present. There is no way to prevent every tragedy a hundred percent of the time, but we could learn to identify those characteristics that may put children at risk for these outrages crimes. When we talk about the unthinkable crimes committed by the young children; we always talk about the bread crumbs of clues leading up to the event. If we knew how to spot the bread crumbs, we might be able to save a life.

I think that we need to explain to children that a lot of things on the internet are made up, just like TV. I think parents need to learn how to engage with their children. Nowadays most parents believe that if they provide food, clothing and shelter they are a good parent, but children need to know boundaries. They need emotional support for proper emotional development. The kids need to learn how to deal with conflict and rejection. I mean if I killed every publisher that rejected my article, I would be a serial killer by now. Rejection is all part of life.