stifling the true self
the world around me stares not quite knowing what to say young ones and old, all have spoken strange words, words of unawares words that speak deeply to me revealing the heart of their soul. such moments i do recall from my earlier years stifling the true self, but i...
Love & the Disability Factor, part two
In another year, I headed to middle school and I met a whole new set of classmates. I didn’t stay in contact with the first boy. No one caught my eye again until eighth grade when new neighbors moved in right next door. I could see the house every time I looked...
Love & the Disability Factor, part one
I had my first boyfriend in the fourth grade. He was older. I looked up to him. I thought he was cool. And I was sad he would be moving on to middle school at the end of the year. I would be left with the boys who irritated me more than they caused me to giggle. This...
A Parent’s Perspective: Why My Son Doesn’t Need Fixing
More than a year ago I “met” today’s guest writer — Jennifer Fecowycz. She emailed me after finding my blog and shared her connection to Arthrogryposis . Read on for more of her story. This is still part of the dialogue on disabilities and...