Stories about how I deal with
Cerebral Palsy
MY LIFE WITH
CEREBRAL PALSY
When things seem to be different, it’s hard for people to accept what they don’t normally see in everyday life, especially when people don’t quite understand how to react to it. Take, for instance, my disability, which is Cerebral Palsy better known as “CP”. I have had CP since birth, so it is difficult to know what “normal” is, but my question is does anybody?
Ever since I can remember, children have been one of the most amusing experiences I have ever come across. Up until I was in fifth grade, I was in schools that had disabled students only, and I did not have to deal too much with children who were not disabled. Only when my Mother would take me shopping with her, did I begin to notice the other children and how they would make their silly little remarks or make faces, which in return, I would have to make goofy faces back at them. Then I was moved into a school where there was one class for the disabled, and all the rest of the classes were filled with “normal” children. Once I was in with children that were able to run, jump and play, all the games that children played at that age. I began to want to be like the children that I had watched. While at recess one day, I decided to get up out of my wheelchair, and I got myself behind the wheelchair so I could use it like a walker. The children would look and stare, but I didn’t care because I wanted to be like them and just have fun like they were. It didn’t go over that well. Some would laugh, and others would make funny faces and try to imitate my every move, but it didn’t bother me. I just went on my way and laughed until one of the aids would come and put me back in my wheelchair. But as soon as they would leave, I would just get back up and try and do it again.
A few months later, I had one of my annual doctor’s appointments, and that is when they gave me my first real walker. I thought I was hot stuff, until that day when I was walking from a class, and this boy I kind of had a crush on offered to walk me to where ever I was going. I got excited when I get excited, I tend to start to shake; then my nerves get bad which makes it very different to speak, so by the time we got back to class I could not even breath, let alone talk to him. He almost had to give me CPR.
When I got to high school, the children were just bizarre. At this age in teenagers’ lives, they don’t care about anybody but themselves. Sometimes I felt as though I had a disease, especially with guys. The girls were not that bad; it was more the guys that gave me trouble. For example, it’s hard to get dates when you have this person that shakes every time a cute guy comes along and says “hi”, and it takes all you have not to be nervous and move around uncontrollably. But when all the focus is on not moving and also trying to stay in your wheelchair, then when you try to talk, you lose it all, and the guy you were impressing just walks away. Another perfect example is when a girlfriend of mine knew I liked this guy that helps in homeroom, a classroom for disabled students go when they have problems with other classes or anything else that might happen to pop up. One time we were watching, a movie, and this guy was sitting in front of my girlfriend and me while watching this movie. Lisa, my girlfriend, decided to tease me about telling him that I liked him. Well, Lisa wasn’t teasing; she told him right then and there. Let’s just say he was a little shocked; he didn’t even look at me for two weeks. I guess he never had a girl with a disability like him before. Some teachers were not quite the best at understanding either. The one that comes to mind was a math teacher; the second I got in his class, he ask me if I could write, of course, I replied no; the next thing I knew, I was out there. That was okay by me because the replacement teacher I had was great; I even got a “B” out of the class.
There were so many other reactions that I have gotten from different kinds of people. For instance, when I’m at the Valley Plaza, I got some of the funniest glances. I recall this girl that was by me who had this strange look on her face, it was as if she saw an alien from outer space, all the while, still walking to where ever she was going. People, young and old, would look and comment on how I would do things, like if I took too long to get my money out to pay for something. Sometimes when people get impatient, I have even more time to get my money out. That’s what gets their pants or dress in an uproar. Also, there have been times when people will come up to my money for no apparent reason at all. My favorite one was when I was buying a Christmas present for an ex-boyfriend of mine, and the gentleman offered to pay for the gift just because he wanted to.
I may have been coping with my disability, but it wasn’t until I got to Bakersfield College that I accepted my disability, but it wasn’t until I got to Bakersfield college that I accepted my disability. B.C. was something new and different than what I was accustomed to in high school, or elementary school. At first, I was a little bit hesitant to go on, but I knew if I didn’t go on, I would just be sitting around the house doing absolutely nothing but watching soaps all day. Not that I don’t watch them anyway, but at least that’s not all that I do. I have learned so much, not just from classes that I have taken, but from people who were in the boat as I am. I was amazed at how many people went to B.C. that had disabilities of some kind or another. I started to meet new people that had the same issues as I did, and I felt good that I wasn’t alone. I also got to know some of the people who worked at the college and that is when I felt more comfortable with my disability. Joyce Kirst, an instructor for the High Tech Center gave me my first job. After working there for a few semesters, she entered me in this contest that had a brand new IBM home computer for the prize. When I won, I had to make a speech in front of twenty or more people. My first thought was Joyce, you had to be kidding, I had never made that kind of speech in my life. I practiced what was going to say for a week. Finally, when I made it, I could not stop; people probably would never shut up. At least I did get over my shyness, even though people probably would like to have seen me a little shyer.
I began to open up to a whole new area in my life. On the weekends I started staying at a girlfriend’s house, and some of my other friends took us to my first bar, and to say the least, I was astonished at the way that people acted. When we first went in, they were saying “why would they come they come in this bar or something to that effect. When a few hours passed, and everybody had time to get a few drinks down their throats, it started to get exciting. While sitting at our table, people would be dancing and coming up to us to ask if we wanted to dance with them. At first, I was thinking how it would be so funny to see someone in a wheelchair that was a little bit drunk trying to dance. But one of my friends said to me, “Kim”, we can dance just like anyone else, if don’t like me, that’s their problem, not ours. We have just as much right to have fun as anybody else in this bar does. From that night on, I didn’t feel as different from the people that were in the bar.
I had my first steady boyfriend when I was in my second year at Bakersfield College. He was a character, me that people with disabilities do not have to sit at home and stare at the wall. Every weekend you would see him either at a party or at a local dance club. If he wasn’t at a party or a bar, he would be out on Chester Avenue cruising with all the teenagers blasting his stereo. You could him coming a mile away. People would stop and stare at what was coming down the street. He wasn’t afraid of anything he got a kick out of people coming up to him and asking about the stereo that he had put on his wheelchair One time he told me that a police officer stopped him for having his stereo up too loud while going down the streets. There were a couple of when I and a girlfriend would go with him. Well, let’s just say I didn’t like to be noticed, more of the background type and watch.
I have learned a lot from other people’s reactions toward me; some were good and others were bad. For instance, instance, I’m not able to drive, I take either Get-A-Lift or the city bus. Which I never had an issue with until this one particular Saturday when a friend and her husband wanted me to come to see their apartment, I got ready that morning and got on the city bus. I wasn’t too sure where they lived because I wasn’t too familiar with the south side of Bakersfield, so when I got downtown I wasn’t too sure what bus to take. Once I figured out the route, I was on my way. When I arrived at their apartment, to my surprise, they were not even home. By that time, I was not too happy, I was upset and frustrated that I went all the way over for nothing. I wasn’t sure what time the bus was going to be coming back around, so I went back to the spot I had gotten off. I was angry and hot of course with those combinations my body moves out of control, much more when I am nervous. When I saw the bus coming I tried to get on. When the bus stopped, the Driver asked me if I wanted on. At first, I wanted to ask him if he was going to the plaza. But because he had trouble understanding me. So another rider told him that he thought I asked if he was going to the plaza, he looked at me and I said, “Yes”. While I was trying to get myself on the bus, the handle that was on my control box had come off of my wheelchair. Of course, I had trouble putting the damn thing back on. When I finally got myself situated, I could hear people talking about how I should not be by myself. This woman sitting across from me kept asking if I knew where I was going and if I knew where I lived
While I was in elementary school before we intergraded. A man came to our classroom to talk about a wheelchair football team. He wanted to know if any of us would like to join the team. It was something new and sounded like it could be fun. We would practice on Friday’s after school, for me it was a time which I got to spend with friends out of school which I wouldn’t have otherwise wouldn’t have done. I’m not sure how long we had been a team when the coach said that we were going to have a prom, and that we all had to have dates. At first, I wasn’t sure who I would go with. One day we were all waiting for the bus to go home from school. Larry and I were sitting on the grass, that’s when ask him if he would like to go with me to the dance. He said he would like to go if he didn’t have to go in for surgery, I was so excited that was smiling all the way home.
My Mom took me shopping for a dress. We happen to see a lime green skirt paired with a matching top that had lace going around the whole outfit with a pair of black shoes. Everything was going good until we went to practice the day before the dance. Were all sitting around waiting to start practice when the coach said he just needed to ask everyone was ready for tomorrow, and if we all had dates? All you could hear in the gym was all of us yelling Yeah, but I overheard Larry talking other people and saying that he was taking someone one else. I was crushed. Sissy, a woman that came to help out will the saw how upset I was getting. She ask if I was OK, I explained what I heard and that I didn’t know what I was going to do. She hugged me and said that it’s going to be fine. I’m not will sure what really happened, because once the coach found out, he said not to worry that he would take care of it.
The next day, My Mom dropped me off at Sissy’s to get ready for the dance. So after Sissy helped me get dressed, we took off for the dance. As we were walking in with my walker, that’s when Larry walked up to me and ask if he could walk me to my seat. In my head, I wanted to scream, but I was nice and let him. I do remember that there was a boy at the table waiting for me to be my date. Although the night wasn’t as I had planned, but the rest of the night was fun.
I’m not sure of the time frame, it might have been week or so that at school a boy came to me and asked if I would come with him that Larry had something to tell me. Of course I was curious as to what he may say, so I went with him to see what Larry had to say. Well he was acting so nervous, I just was sitting there waiting for him to speak. When he finally didn’t he said that he liked me. All I was able to do was laugh, it wasn’t probably the best way to handle that situation, but I could not help it. As the bell went off to go back to class, the boy told me I wasn’t being nice. I was walking with my walker so it was hard for me to speak, so I couldn’t explain why I did what did. Do I wish I could go back and do things differently, don’t we all!
There was a grand opening at a store downtown, Joe and Tanice went to see what it was all about. While they were there, they entered a contest to win a pens oil race car built for kids. Lucky enough, they pulled Tanice’s name. Of course, when they brought the car home, all the neighborhood kids that we hung around with since we moved here. We have almost five acres that my great Grandma gave to us, so we have a field in front of our house. Ronnie, who has been one of our neighbors, offered to drive over his tractor to make a track for all the kids to drive this little race car around in this field.
The next day we all went back out to drive the car again. I once again tried to get my Mom and Joe to let me drive this car, they finally broke down and let me drive the car. I was so excited that I was going to get to drive the car. Once Joe put me in the car, I took a hold of the wheel with both hands and put one foot on the gas the other on the break. It was going really well. I got out so the others could take their turn. I may have had one or two more chances before what happens will happen. The last time I drove the car, I started out good but for some reason, my hands let go, I wasn’t able to grasp the wheel. Of course that meant that I lost control of the car because I still had my foot on the gas. There was a bob wire fence that surrounded our property and that’s where I ended up. Well at least the front of the car. I wasn’t hurt, the car wasn’t hurt, but it did break because of all the weight of us kids. At least that’s what they told me.
January 12, 2021
What had happened on January 6th was totally without a doubt a decrease, it should not ever been able to happen. I would like to know where all the police or guards were. They knew on that day now former president Trump held a speech and Congress was in session, but there were no safe measures taken, at least not enough to make sure Washington secure. Why was that, I wondered. Will we ever know, I’m not sure? With everything that had taken place over the past year with all the rioters in the street burning down businesses for at least seven or eight mouths, while trying to make a point. With the killing of George Floyd, which had waking up a movement by the “BLM” Black Lives Matters started to protesting all around the world. Which made people voices heard. I feel everyone has a right to protest. It’s how people did things that took away from the cause by the chaos of burning down businesses and breaking into stores to take whatever they could get their hands on. Of course, we all know how little that went on for. Then president Trump he would send in a matter of hours, but no wanted his help. It seems if you need help with something that’s important to your city, you would take what’s offered to you. The day of the 6th when the former President Trump made the speech would say in sighted what happened at the Capital. For me, I felt little like it was a pity party. Do I think Trump caused the chaos with what he said, but we have free speech in country, if we didn’t, we would need to impeach a lot of others who are still in office today, including the current President. All the Democrat party wanted to do was try to impeach Trump time and time again, and now that he’s out of office, they still want to impeach him. I don’t understand how that’s possible since he’s out of office. The reason that the Democrats and some Republicans didn’t like Trump because they didn’t own him therefore they could not control him. That’s why they hated him. Of course he had problems doing what he said he would while campaigning. His own party would not really supportive of him either. Was he the perfect President? Probably not. I feel a lot what Trump did with all the people that he pissed off with his tweets was wrong and what he asked vice President Mike Pence to do was dead wrong and unlawful. I felt so bad for Pence, he had been so loyal to Trump, but what Trump asked him to basically break the law, putting pressure on Pence to vote making the house go his way which was not fair. I’m sure it wasn’t essay for Pence to do. Which Trump should not even had put in that position in the first place. Do I believe that Trump wanted to put this country first, yes I do. Trump wanted to put Americans first. Sometimes I feel his tweets were over the top, but that is called freedom of speech. If you didn’t like it, you have a right to speak out. Isn’t that what open communication is? I don’t think so. Now I’m not saying in no shape or form that what had happened that day wasn’t wrong because it was. It’s just when people feel that they are not heard, than you kind of understand why people stormed the Capital that day. There has to better way for people who feel they should be heard, no matter if people agree or disagree. That is call freedom of speech. If we lose that, then what do we have. Do we always like what we hear hell.
What is wrong with this picture? This whole administration does not care, if they did Vice President Harris would be at the border figuring out what to do with all this mess that President Biden caused by opening the border for bad criminals getting away with whatever they want, and America citizens feel as though they are not treated fairly in their own country. Of course what happen to George Floyd was definitely wrong. Whatever happened to Floyd in the past does not matter even if he was an awful person or not, that doesn’t mean he should have been killed. Yet most police officers are wonderful people that tries to their best to do their job. Do we ever hear how many police get killed each year? If someone’s getting pulled over, why wouldn’t you comply? If you felt that you’re in the right, speak to a lawyer or something else that won’t get you killed, or anybody else. In my opinion, and I don’t know all the facts yet. I would like to feel that people would want to find out what happen before they make judgement on the facts. Instead, it seems that people want riot and cause chaos to all these businesses that did not have anything to with what happen to these police officers.
What Happened To Our America
It seems to me that we are losing a lot of our American rights to do what our men and women fought for since the beginning of time. Our American military men, women and vets deserve so much more than what this administration is doing to them. The Biden administration has taken what was working and turned everything upside down. And all that Biden was concerned about was changing what Trump had done, good or bad. We have so much going on today such as the border, covid and how our government has spent taxpayers money everytime we turn around which I believe Biden told the American people that he would not raise taxes for those who don't make under forty thousand a year. (I’m sorry if the number is wrong, but you get the point.) Which I thought was one of the promises president Biden was campaigning to become president. I do wonder if Biden knows what he’s doing or if he just owes other countries so much so that is why he’s not protecting the country he is honored to work for, but instead hurting our American ways.
There are so many issues that have hurt our American cizenion. First, I would like to say that teachers are a big part of our children’s future and play a role in shaping our children’s lives in an important way. It’s just that I do feel that parents have a right to know what their children are learning in their school. For instance, this CRT, critical race theory. I can’t hold back on how I feel, I think it’s a bunch of horse shit. What I see on the news is that parents feel uncomfortable speaking out when they go to a school board meeting to talk about what they may or may not like. It’s a shame that parents feel they can’t speak out for their children without feeling as if the National Guard may arrest them just because they don’t agree with what is going on in their children’s classrooms. Parents have every right to know what their child is learning, if they have a problem with what is being taught in their child’s classroom. I would hope they would have the right to speak out without feeling like they are going to get arrested. I would hope teachers would like parents to be involved in their children’s education, but something is wrong when the school board doesn’t want parents to speak out. Because of political influences that school boards have over what your children learn and what goes on in the classroom. CRT is wrong I feel. No one is born racist, it has been shown and taught, which is sad. No one has the right to tease and be mean to anyone. Of course, there is going to be children that don’t always behave and needs to be taught to be nice to other children, that should be brought to the child and also let the parents know so that the parents can talk with their children so they can talk to their children about take responsibility for what their children about what they have done wrong so that the parents make sure that their children understand how they should treat others, and to have respect for one another and for themselves especially grade school. Now I’m saying that teachers should ignore bad behavior. Of course they should handle whatever the problem may be, it’s just like anything that happens with anybody’s child, and parents would want to know what is going on with their child. When you send children to school you should expect the teachers to teach children the three R’s, reading, writing and arithmetic, and nothing about CRT. They also need to stop telling our children of one race, that one is better than the other. If we are not careful, we are going to have a race war if we don’t stop.
It doesn’t make sense to me that we still have covid run rampant throughout our country since we have covid vaccines so you would think it would get better, but when we have someone that is a doctor coming from the Wight House telling people not to wear a mask one day than the next day, two or three. So no wonder people would be confused about what to do. Another thought would be when we have thousands of people coming over the border that we have no idea who they are or how many people have covid or other diseases. President Biden should be working for us, the American people, but it feels as though he doesn’t care, if he did, he would listen to what people are saying and try to do what is best for his country that he’s supposedly has the power to do what is right for this country that is so wonderful. I feel people are finally understanding what’s at stake. Last night was the race for the Governor of Virginia, which turned Republican. The other race was in New Jersey, as of now, I’m not sure who’s going to win, it seems a little strange to me that the votes in New Jersey took so long to count. At least we have the Governor of Virginia elected. I’m hoping this may be a turning point. Oh wait, that’s right. The Biden administration opened our borders and let everybody come from anywhere without vetting. How is that fair for us, the American people? Shouldn’t our own administration and President want to honor and protect their own people? I do feel it all comes down to respect.