The Tree

March 19, 2007 at 6:40 PM (Uncategorized) ()

It was a maple.

A maple split nearly down the middle….

And one of many groups of branches hung low…

In that maple, in the backyard I was the superhero….(not some lame comicgirl substitute. )

From ages 7-11 I had fortresses there, and rare bits of candy were eaten underneath it.

I was actually able to swing on the low branch, from the split trunk down to the grass, a small step for most, but a bit of a challenge for me….

I even managed a headstand or two…

Sometimes, after a less than happy day…I wish for the tree…

Don’t adults need secret hideouts too?

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When they ask…

March 19, 2007 at 6:13 PM (Uncategorized) (, )

I wonder what other’s strategy hs been when they get asked about their disability.

I encourage children who ask because I think an early education and understanding that we’re people first…can begin with them…

But parents are so often embarrased by their kids who pop out a question with no malice that they grab at them with admonitions like “Don’t bother the poor lady…”

Adults too…if they approach it with humor and curiosity I’m inclined to be informative and pleasant….

I used to ignore that group of teens or even adults who take purpose and time to say something hurtful–my parents mantra about such things, “Just ignore them, they’ll go away.”

My parents were wrong.

They want to get a rise out of you and so they say hurtful things…

These days, if they’re over 18 I slam them once, terribly with some sharp word of my own and move on…I ignore the younger onces, which only makes them angrier….

Professionals, doctors and therapists who say something stupid, I quickly explain my position on what is said, because my care depends on it…

I’ve switched doctors when it’s clear that their philosophy of care won’t meet my needs…but that’s only really happened once…

I wonder about others solutions…

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