deafdyke said:
Oceanbreeze, you RAWK!!!! I kinda wish I had been a psych major so that I could do research on how the healthy normal attitudes fuck up the minds of disabled kids.
I'm a lot happier now that I'm not constantly wishing that I was hearing...my being hoh is a part of me, exactly the way being Greek is a part of my buddy Nancia's life. It's not bad, it's not good...it just IS....
Exactly! It just IS ... I was born partially paralyzed. I have SOME feeling and mobility in my upper legs. I also can bear weight. Growing up, I wore braces and used crutches to get around. Around the age of 10, puberty hit. I gained weight. This made walking more difficult, which made LIFE more difficult. I was, as you have referred to, a case where life was an endless therapy session. For you, it was speech therapy. For me, we're talking physical therapy. I HATED IT!! So, after awhile, I had had enough! I complained to my Mother that I didn't want to "walk anymore". "Mommy, my braces hurt me." "Mommy, my braces are too hot." You get the idea...I was 9, I think...
By the time I was 11, I was absolutely miserable. It took that long to finally convince my parents, my therapists, and the doctors, that I meant business! I was NOT gonna walk anymore! Period! One day, I literally threw my crutches down and REFUSED to use them. My Mother finally got the clue. She started sending me to school without my braces. This pissed off a WHOLE lot of people. But, I was adamant. I have been wheelchair bound ever since, and I absolutely do not miss my braces and crutches. Sure, there was some things I missed at first. I was able to dance. I could go up and down the slide. I could keep up with my sister, but at a cost. I had very few friends. I didn't have a normal recess to speak of, because, it was spent in a therapy session. By giving up my braces and all the therapy, I gained a semblance of normalcy. No, life was far from typical, but it was MORE typical than it had been before. Most importantly, I was HAPPIER. This is all that mattered to me and my parents.
I don't knock speech therapy for the deaf or physical therapy for someone like me, but I do begrudge it when parents and doctors turn a child's life into nothing more than that. A child deserves to be out with their friends having a good time. Not cooped up indoors doing range of motion or learning how to pronounce the S correctly for their entire childhood.