Reflecting On Thoughts As A Child Growing Up

There are some days that just look around me and and rather disturbingly remember thoughts that I had as I was growing up. These are thoughts that I had both as a child from six years old to around twelve years old and as an adolescent from thirteen years old to about nineteen years old.

I can vaguely remember looking at people and thinking different things about them, with part of my thoughts arising from what I had heard grown-ups saying. These thoughts included such things as thinking wrongly about people that were either dirty or very sloppily dressed. Their clothes would be dirty and in disrepair in addition to being either too big or too small for the person wearing them. I always thought that they should be ashamed of them self for wearing such bad looking clothes outside. After all, that was what my Mother and Grandmother would say to us if we put on something ripped, too big for us, or too small for us. Since our clothes were put in a really tall hamper every night, there was no way to put on dirty clothes.

Besides clothes, I also had thoughts about being skinny and/or being fat. Here again, “little pictures have big ears”. even if children don’t say what they hear, they sure do think it. If a person was skinny, then “they must be poor and can’t afford very much food to eat.” And on the other hand, if a person was too fat and their stomach was sticking out, then “they just don’t care about how they look at all.” “They need to stop eating so much and start exercising. If they can’t afford to go to a gym, then they at least need to start walking some. to start out, go once or twice around the block and build it up until they are walking at least a mile a day.”

These are things most children grow up hearing quite a bit of the time. I think that the reason that the parents, grandparents, or whoever is in charge say all of these things is so that the children won’t do them and therefore will go into adulthood dressing, eating, and exercising like they should.

Unfortunately, hearing these things on a regular basis doesn’t just teach the children to grow up into the correct kind of adult, it also teaches them that it is OK to be judgemental. I say this because that is exactly what these statements are, is judgemental.

There is a specific reason for this post and that is to try to point out to some adults that may not be aware of just what kind of an influence what they say is having on their children. During my childbearing years, I was never fortunate enough to have any children of my own, so I just was able to enjoy other people’s children.

I know parents don’t purposefully intend to teach their children to be judgemental, but all parents and adults need to think a little bit harder and longer before they speak. they should ask them self, “Is what I am about to say going to be positive to and about all concerned?” This means, “Is it going to do the one hearing it any good?”, and further more “Is it going to be complementary to the person that is being talked about?”


I Cannot Believe This Has Happened In America

Sometimes I come across a post that is too important for me to change any of it. This is such a post. Please read it and make your own decision. I am saddened by what has happened in our great country of America, where everybody is promised a chance at an education if they so choose, or their parents choose for them if they are too young to make the choice. I copied the whole thing word for word.
Kelley Rhodes

February 7 at 9:29pm · Chesapeake, VA ·

Someone posted this in a group, and I think it’s too important not to share. Of course, it’s anecdotal, and it’s just one opinion, but it’s just one great example of why many are upset and bewildered about today’s education news.

The Senate Republicans and Vice President Pence have spoken today and I heard their message loud and clear; my child’s education is not important and my heart is broken.

Meet my daughter Alice, who at 3 years old was accepted into a state funded special needs preschool on Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Her acceptance into this school has meant so many things to us; she learned how to be a peer, she learned how to cope with the stresses of school, and most importantly, she learned how to learn. In Betsy DeVos’ America, these programs are wasteful spending of our taxpayer dollars.

In Betsy DeVos’ America, the IDEA Laws that now governor her IEP in the 1st Grade are useless because she does not believe children with special needs deserve or have a right to public education.

My heart is broken for every child who is going to have to go without under Betsy DeVos.

My heart is broken for every child who is going to lose their aid and support team under Betsy DeVos.

My heart is broken for every child who’s education isn’t a priority to Betsy DeVos.

My heart is broken for my daughter, because the Senate Republicans and VP Pence spoke today, and they have declared unequivocally that her right to an education is not as important as her sister’s.

Education is not a partisan issue—it is an issue that effects every child of every color and every ethnicity and every political side. But Senate Republicans and VP Pence have decided that our kids don’t matter, MY Alice doesn’t matter.

The fight has just begun, and I know that it is so hard, but please, please don’t forget these children. Don’t forget about Alice and those like her who can’t fight for themselves; they need us, ALL of us to get through these next 4 years.

This picture was taken when Alice was 3 years old as she waited to go to class. Autism has many faces and hers is one of them.


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Kerri Beth
Kerri Beth I just keep praying….
Diane Spattifor Allen
Diane Spattifor Allen I certainly hope that children with disabilities continue to receive and have access to public education. We can’t return to the past!!
Ashleigh Kastner
Ashleigh Kastner I hate to sound super ignorant and uninformed, but all I can find are biased media reports that differ greatly from each side. Is there a link of actual facts that anyone knows of that I can read her plans on education?
Ashleigh Kastner replied · 2 Replies
Elisa Willoughby
Elisa Willoughby We had a meeting with Logan’s teacher today. He’s excelling in every area except reading, where he is at a level 4 when he’s “supposed” to be at a level 12 right now. He makes strides and seems to master something, then back slides for no apparent reasSee More
Jennie Hott
Jennie Hott Is this an actual fact? I find it hard to believe because this would be discrimination. Is there a link to back up this?
Brandi Jackson Stiff
Brandi Jackson Stiff Having Jack, I researched her. Unfortunately she really bungled her interview with Senator Kaine. That said, I don’t think SPED kids are the ones that should be worried. We selected our house based on schools for Jack. I know there are lots of familiesSee More
Kelley Rhodes
Bonnie Jean Hern
Bonnie Jean Hern Oh my dear God please be with all of the special needs children that are going to be left out because of this uneducated woman that is now in the office of controlling our children’s education and she is not even qualified to do so. She herself does not have the education necessary to make these decisions. Please dear gracious God do not let our children suffer beyond which they cannot recover after this woman can no longer make decisions on what type of education they should have. I guess she wants our children to be as ill prepared for life as she is for the job that she has been entrusted. Only time will tell how much damage this woman is going to do to our children, who will be our leaders of tomorrow, because of her own lack of education.

Handling Bullying and Criticism

There is a saying, that probably everybody has heard at one time or another, and it is, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never harm me.” This is true in the sense that words cannot break your bones, but the part that they cannot harm you is false. Words can harm a person in ways that cannot be seen. They cause mental and emotional scars that can only be felt on the inside by the person that they were said to.

Nine times out of ten the hurtful words are said by someone that has been hurt badly. This person wants someone else to hurt just as bad as they do. Many, if not most bullies start out this way. There are many reasons why the bully may be hurting, and there will always be reasons that can never be known by another person, because the bully doesn’t trust anyone enough to tell them what is bothering them. It is possible that they may not even know or fully realize the reason them self. It could be that all they know is that they are hurting and they want to hurt someone else. This in no way gives this person the right to bully someone else, but bullies don’t care about rights.

Bullying is the ultimate form or criticism, and can be worse than criticism if and when it turns physical. Not only is the person that is doing the bullying a very unhappy person, but they do not have a very good self image, self esteem, self worth, whatever you want to call it. They are also very unstable, and that being the case, they could become violent at any time. Granted the person may boast of doing great things and having many material possessions, but chances are that it is all false, and this person is bullying you to make him or her self feel big, and by feeling big they feel better.

For some reason, whenever one person can make another person feel bad about them self, then that person feels good about them self. By the same token, when the bully actually becomes physical, they feel strong and that makes them feel superior. I know that it is hard not to pay attention to the bully, but try your best not to let the bully know that they are making you feel bad and/or that you are scared of them. If they have hurt you physically, or threatened your life, CALL THE POLICE!!!!!

I have seen too many videos done by family members of people that were bullied and couldn’t take it and they committed suicide. It is not worth losing your life over a bully. You may think that whatever the bully does must be OK because they have so many people following them and doing whatever the bully wants them to do. The true fact is probably that the followers are the victims of the bully also. Apparently they can’t find a way to make the bully stop bullying them so as a result they follow the bully and do anything that the bully tells them to do. After all, if they are doing just what the bully tells them to do, how can the bully be upset with them and keep bullying them? The bully has won his control over them.

Please try to be strong and not let the bully take control of your life. Being the so call it slave to the bully is not a very good life to live. If people could find a way to stand up to the bully, then maybe the bully would have to stop all of his bullying, because possibly so many people would find that they could stand up to the bully and not be controlled by him. When too many people are not afraid of him and making him feel big and important, he no longer has a reason to be a bully. Enough about bullies.

Now to criticism. There are two types of criticism, just out and out criticism, usually given out by people that are just plain judgemental and critical of others, and what is called constructive criticism.

All the first type of person knows how to do is to criticize others and be judgemental of them. For the most part, they are just blowing off steam. I listen to what they are saying and then just go about my business. I try to chalk their criticism up to them just having a bad day, or that all they know how to do is to be critical of other people. Then I go about my way and continue like I was before.

The second type of criticism comes from people that truly want to help other people out. They usually mainly try to point out thing to others that they perceive will help the other person in some way or another. I have found that for the most part, it is usually family members or friends that will give the constructive criticism. Some times bosses or supervisors will give employees constructive criticism to help them with their job duties.

Some examples of constructive criticism may be:

  1. Telling the other person a shorter or easier way to do a specific job, such as folding towels or sheets. The one making the comment may have noticed the other person having a hard time trying to figure out how to fold the sheets to make them fit in the space that they have to fit in. They may feel that by telling the other person a few different ways to fold them, one will be the correct way to make the sheets fit in the necessary space where they need to go.
  2. An older adult showing a younger adult the proper way to wash clothes. The younger person could be taking up housekeeping for the first time and not know some of the secrets to washing clothes that assure a clean wash. For example spraying stain remover on any clothes that have stains on them, because once the clothes go through the dryer, the stains will be set in on the clothes. Letting the younger person know that making sure that socks, underclothes, and other clothes will get cleaner if they are turned right side out. This is especially true for socks. If socks are left inside out, after they are washed and turned right side out, dirt may actually fall on the floor from where they did not come clean because of being wrong side out.
  3. The older person may point out that folding clothes while they are still warm will prevent the clothes from looking like they have been slept in. If clothes are allowed to remain in the laundry basket after they have been dried, then they will become very wrinkled, therefore the look of having been slept in.                                                                                                                            Hopefully these examples will show you what I mean by constructive criticism by family or friends.                                                                                                                                 When a boss gives constructive criticism, it is usually to help the employee be able to perform a job more efficiently, not to be mean to the employee. The boss may simply show the employee how to eliminate one or more steps out of a process from the way that the employee is currently doing the task. By eliminating that one or more steps, it is possible that quite a bit of time will be saved, and also be lowering the risk of a error taking place during the extra step or steps that the employee was doing.                                                                                                                               Hopefully this article will be helpful to quite a few people. Handling criticism is hard for many many people, so don’t be ashamed if it is hard for you. Just next time, try to remember some of the things that I have pointed out here,

When It’s Time For The Big Move

Now is the time of year when many young people are getting ready to make a very big change, a very drastic move. Yes, I’m talking about setting out on your own. This goes for graduating Seniors in high school who are going away to college, those graduating from college who have been hired for a job in another state, those who are getting married, or those who are leaving home to make their place in the world.

There are many things to take into consideration, when going to another state to live, for whatever the reason. Here is a list of all that I know of.

Any time that you move from one state to another, and possibly from one apartment to another, you more likely than not will have to be able to provide: your birth certificate, your Social Security card, and your identification card – whether it be a driver’s license or a state issued identification card for a non driver.

  1. Where you are going to live. You have to make sure that it is a place that you can afford as well as how much the deposit is and whether or not you will be responsible for the first and last month’s rent when you first sign the lease for the apartment., You will also have to know if you feel that you will be safe living there.
  2. You will have to find out whether or not your utilities are included in your rent. Where to go to sign up to have the utilities turned on, and how much the deposits will be for the utilities.
  3. Will this state take your medical card, and your prescription card? No matter how healthy you are, at some time or another you may end up having to seek medical attention and be given a prescription to take. If the state where you are going to be living in will not accept your medical insurance, you may end up in serious trouble.
  4. For those people that have rare medical conditions, you will have to make sure that there will be doctors and hospitals that can handle your particular medical condition.
  5. You will need to find out where the Division of Motor Vehicles is located. This is necessary so that you can go have your address updated on your driver’s license. You will also need to know how long you are allowed to get this done so as to avoid being given a ticket if stopped for any reason.
  6. If you don’t drive, you will need to find out about public transportation and how to use it. If by chance you happen to be disabled and need handicap accessible transportation, then you will need to find out what is required to qualify for this service. Now days most cities, at least bigger cities, will have a handicap accessible transportation service as well as having buses that are wheelchair accessible. There are some, however, that do not have such service. If accessible transportation is a must, and the place where you want to move does not have it, then you will not be able to move there, unless you obtain your own vehicle. This means that you will have to purchase a vehicle that has been adapted to your particular needs. If by chance you don’t have a driver’s license, then you will need to study, as well as practice driving, so that you can get one. If your disability is so severe that you cannot drive for yourself, then you will need to have someone else move in with you that can provide the transportation for you.





Respect the Stripes!

You may be wondering what “Respect The Stripes” is all about. You may even be asking “What stripes?” The stripes I’m referring to are the stripes that are beside a parking space reserved for handicap vehicles.

There are way too many people that think that the stripes don’t matter. They are very wrong. These stripes designate where the ramp is that will allow a wheelchair, a scooter, or a walker to be able to come into a building where there is a sidewalk with a curb at the entrance to the building.

Most handicap equipped vehicles have a side entrance for the wheelchair ramp or the lift, whichever the case may be. Whenever a vehicle parks in the striped area, the handicapped person, that has a side loading vehicle, is not able to park in the handicapped spot. This is because they know that they cannot lower their ramp or lift to get their wheelchair or scooter out.

Even worse is if the handicapped person is already in the building. Say they stopped in to get a cola and a sandwich before they went to an appointment. They come out and find that they cannot even get back into their car. They are stranded so to speak. Now they are going to be late, at best, for their appointment, if they even make the appointment at all.

This is especially true if the owner, of the wrongly parked car, happens to be in a strip mall with several businesses. It’s anybody’s guess as to where the owner of the car went. The handicapped person could call the police, to come and ticket the wrongly parked car and have the car towed away. But chances are that that would take too long. So the only thing that they can do is wait for the owner of the wrongly parked car to return and move it.

Watch the video below to see what I mean. Maybe after watching the video, you can pass the word to family and friends not to park on the stripped spaces beside a handicapped parking spot. Even if it is “only for a minute”, that is 60 seconds too long for the handicapped person to have to wait.

I can give you an example of that happening in real life. Some people might say that the video was just a cartoon. Yes it was in a cartoon format, but its’ message is very real.

Yesterday my friends experienced this firsthand. They had gone to one appointment and had time (about 30 minutes) to get something to eat, before their ride would come to take them to their next appointment. They use a transportation service just for handicapped people.

My friend, that is in the wheelchair, is diabetic and was needing to get something to eat. They went to a Kentucky Fried Chicken(KFC) in Lexington, KY to eat their lunch. They were going to go to the buffet, to make sure that they would be finished eating by the time their ride arrived. When they arrived, there was a commercial vehicle blocking the handicap ramp in to KFC. My friends asked the driver to move his vehicle. The driver wouldn’t move his vehicle, he would only offer to help my friend to get his power wheelchair up the curb and into the building.

Power wheelchairs have to be handled very carefully so as not to break any of the automatic components on the chair. There are many various adaptations that can be made to power wheelchairs, depending on what the individual person needs. Needless to say, my friend can not allow anybody, that is not specially trained in moving the power wheelchairs, to move his chair.

With my friend being diabetic, he had to get something to eat or he would end up having to be rushed to the hospital. That left them no choice but to wait, and that being the case, they had to cancel their ride to his next appointment. It took the driver of the commercial vehicle 41 minutes to move his vehicle. With having to miss his next appointment, my friend now has to set up another time for the transportation service to come to take them to the new appointment that he has to make.

An official complaint against Kentucky Fried Chicken was made, when my friends got home.

When One Medication Causes A Problem Needing Another Medication

This is a case of cause and effect. Unfortunately this happens to way too many people in this day and time. It starts out with one simple problem that has become unmanageable. You go to your doctor to hopefully find out what to do to remedy that problem. The problem then starts to multiply. Instead of the doctor telling you something that you can do on your own, to make the situation better, he gives you a prescription to take, that will take care of the problem. Only thing is that the prescription causes another problem to present itself, because it was a side effect that the doctor forgot to tell you about that would happen when you take the first medication that was prescribed.

I Take - - - Because I Take

Now it really starts to get to be fun. I’m being facetious here. Now it starts to get ridiculous is what happens. I know this from experience. It has happened to me, and I am still suffering from the effects of it, and will for the rest of my life.

Some of you have already read my story, about my medical situations. I’m going to try to include everything in this blog, so please bear with me.

As with everybody that is living, I have had medical problems off and on. None of them were all that serious for that long of a time though. That was true up until March of 1990.

In March of 1990, when I was back home visiting my family, in Norfolk, VA, I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia.

Early on the morning that I was to fly home, my sister asked me if I was having trouble with my ears. I wasn’t, so I told her no. She wasn’t satisfied with my answer because I sounded awful and was very raspy when I talked. She told me to go the the urgent treatment center close to where she lived, and gave me her car keys to use her car.

I went to the urgent treatment center around 8:30 AM. As soon as I checked in, they did an x-ray of my chest. The doctor came back in and told me that my ears were not what he was worried about. He said that he was worried about my lungs, he then went on to give me a shot of epinephrine in my right arm. He told me to just lay there and rest. Half an hour later he came back and listened to my lungs again. I was then given another shot, but this time it was in my left arm. Once again I was told to lay back down and rest some more. After another half an hour the doctor once again came back and listened to my lungs. I was given another shot back in my right arm this time. After the shot, the doctor told me to get home while I could still drive, so I went back to my sister’s house. I had to stay another two weeks before I was allowed to fly back to my house in Lexington KY. That afternoon at around 3:00 PM I started getting numb all over. I told my sister, and she told me to call 911, so I did. They asked me all sorts of questions that I in turn had to ask her. They asked if I was flushed or pale, I couldn’t see my own face so my sister had to tell me. When I relayed to the operator that I was getting numb all over, she said that she would sent help right away. There were no ambulances available, so a fire truck had to come to stabilize me until the ambulance could get there. When they arrived, they were wearing their helmets.

My sister had children of her own and babysat for a few friends also. When their parents came to pick them up, the first thing the children told their parents was about the firemen coming in with their helmets on. They questioned my sister, because needless to say they were alarmed. They calmed down when she told them what had happened.

Once the ambulance took me, my sister called our Mother and told her to go to the hospital when she got off of work. So, when my Mother got off of work, she came to the hospital. Needless to say, I was hooked up to all sorts of machines. When my Mother saw me, she passed out from the shock. She ended up in a bed next to mine.

It was at the hospital that I actually found out just what was wrong with me. That was when they told me that I had asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia. Our bodies automatically produce a chemical called Theophylline. The level should be between 11 and 13. My level was 3. I was put on a synthetic form of the chemical, since it is necessary to be able to breathe correctly. They also put me on Prednisone for the inflammation in my lungs, and two very strong antibiotics. One antibiotic for the bronchitis, and one was for the pneumonia. I was told that I had a type of pneumonia called micro-plasma pneumonia, which was the worst kind for scarring the lungs. After hours of treatment with different IV medications, I was finally sent home to my sister’s house.

My brother-in-law saw to it that the vaporizer, that I had to use, always had water in it. He always helped in any way that he could, since my sister was so busy taking care of the children. After the additional two weeks, I was allowed to return to my home in Lexington, KY.

After returning to Kentucky, I was still feeling pretty rough, and was having asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe. The attacks would result in my having to be rushed to the hospital ER every 7 to 10 days. At the time I was working a permanent full time job and a permanent part-time job. I worked 60 to 70 hours a week. There was even one week that I ended up working 100 hours between the two jobs.

Needless to say, I was unable to keep up the pace, with being rushed to the ER so much. On June 9, 1990, I lost both of my jobs, as the places needed me there, not being rushed to the hospital every 7 to 10 days.

After I returned home, I remained on the Prednisone and was also put on an inhaled steroid. After being on the Prednisone six months, I ended up having gained 100 pounds. I was on the Prednisone a total of five years before I was taken off of it completely. The last year that I was on it, I was continually being tapered off of it until I was down to hardly any, and then the doctor stopped it completely. Whenever I had a flare up and ended up with pneumonia again, I would be put on a Prednisone burst. When you are on a burst, you start on a high dose and the dosage gets lowered a little bit each day until you are no longer taking any of it.

After being home, in Kentucky, a few months, the doctors decided that I needed to do breathing treatments four times a day, and carry a rescue inhaler with me at all times. In the meantime, I found out that I had systemic yeast throughout my body. I had become very depressed and was put on an antidepressant. I had also ended up with restless legs syndrome.

It took the doctors three years to come up with “the perfect combination of medications”, and I enrolled for, and started attending the local community college in Lexington, KY. My “perfect combination of medications” included 30 some prescriptions every day. My pill count was around 80 pills daily. But I was finally more stable than what I had been, since I became sick while visiting my family in Virginia. The doctors had finally been able to prescribe all of the additional medications that I needed to counteract the ones I was already taking. I was indeed living what the shirt in the picture above states. Maybe not all the same medications, but the same idea of having to take additional medicine due to the reaction from a current medication.

By the time I had been on the Prednisone three years, I was diabetic. I found this out one week before I actually started attending college. I had enrolled a couple of months earlier. It took another three years before I had to start taking diabetes medication to control my blood sugar levels. After being diabetic for nine to ten years, I found out that I had diabetic neuropathy in my extremities.

I started having trouble with orthopedic issues. All of the orthopedic issues caused me to have to have several surgeries on my knees. I ended up having to wear leg braces and being in a wheelchair. It wasn’t very long before it was necessary to wear an elbow brace too.

Many more problems would arise, and I would end up having to have numerous surgeries, and having to change my major in the middle of the program I had chosen for my major. It ended up taking me six and a half years to complete what was supposed to be a two year study program. But in spite of all of the drawbacks, I persevered.

So I am here to say that, yes, exactly what the shirt says happens does happen. Since no two people are the same, the medications may not be the same, but what is the same is having to take another medication to counter act the reaction that you are having to a current medication. If by chance, this is happening to you at the current time, just hang in there. Once the doctors realize which medication is causing which reaction, they can correct the situation. It does get better. I have survived it and you can too.



About Those Of Us Who Were Disciplined By Spanking

This blog is about those of us born before 1970. I dare say that most of us were spanked while we were growing up. Notice I said spanked, not beat, because there is a very big difference. A spanking lets you know that you have done something wrong and need to be disciplined on it, or punished for it. The spankings are usually just a few times of being switched or hit with a medium amount of force with a belt or paddle across the bottom or the backs of the legs. This is an acceptable form of discipline.

A beating is being very forcefully hit either with a belt, or a hand in any place that the person doing the beating can hit. It could be on the bottom, the back of the legs, the front of the legs. or basically anyplace on the body. Usually there are bruises left, and sometimes even abrasions and/or black eyes. There have been some parents that have even kicked the child or hit them with their fists, and actually killed the child, or maimed them for life. Being beaten is not acceptable. Parents may even be arrested for beating their child or children.

I don’t know how that generation or those generations feel today, but so far as I’m concerned, those were the last generations that actually were taught the qualities that make up decent law abiding citizens. I don’t know of any of my friends that turned out bad from the occasional spanking as a means of discipline. That being the case, I agree with the little poster below totally.

Discipline by Spanking

Things To Know About Being Disabled

I have written about this topic in other blogs before, but it is one that needs to be repeated every now and then. Obviously there are similarities and there are differences in normal people and disabled people. First off, we are all created equal and should be treated with equal respect. But there are things that have to be considered where disabled people are concerned.

The statement that disabled people just want to be treated the same as everybody else is true. But obviously there has to be treatment that is different. We want to be treated in that we want to be given an equal chance to try to do whatever job we have confidence that we can do. When you see a disabled person in a wheelchair, don’t just automatically assume that they can’t do anything for alone. There are many people, that to look at them, it would seem that they would not be able to do anything alone.

Say someone was missing a limb such as an arm. Most people would think that the person would not be able to do much of anything alone, such as get dressed, eat, or work. I have seen documentaries on people that didn’t have any arms, but they could do most everything with their feet. That included being able to drive an adapted car. I saw a video just the other day where a young lady with no legs was riding a skateboard, and doing very well. There was another video of a girl with a prosthetic leg doing gymnastics.

There was one 14 year old girl, Gabi ShuIl,  who had cancer in her right knee. The cancer was removed from her upper right thigh to mid way her lower leg. The doctor’s then proceeded to reattach her lower leg, through a procedure called Rotationplasty, where they rotated her lower leg 180 degrees and reattached it to her upper thigh. Watch the video to be totally amazed.

Those were just a few examples of some amazing things that disabled people can do. Granted that there are some that would appear to be not so bad off, but they are unable to do much of anything. A friend of mine was born with arthrogryposis and cannot bend his knees, his arms, or his wrists, and can only barely bend his fingers enough to do computer work. At first glance you would think that he could do all of the above.

There are people that act as if anyone that is in a wheel chair is not only unable to do anything physically, but that they are also mentally challenged in some way. For some reason, all the people seem to be able to do is to stare at the person in the wheelchair. All I can figure is that they were not taught that it is not nice to stare at others. I don’t know about other disabled people, but I would rather someone ask me about what is wrong than to just stare at me. What I am trying to point out is that many times, looks are deceiving.

When you arrive at a store door at the same time as a disabled person in a wheelchair, at least offer to hold the door open. The disabled person may be one of those that refuses to let anyone do anything for them. But, the disabled person may be someone that doesn’t want to be a bother, but is having a difficult time trying to open the heavy store door alone. I, myself am in a wheelchair. From time to time, I have trouble opening doors. Whenever someone asks me if I need help, on those days I accept their help. On the days that I am able to open them myself, I politely say “No thank you, but I appreciate your offering, hope you have a nice day.”

Many times I have been told that, “Disabled people don’t like to be helped.” this may be true of some, but others really need the help. Before you help, be sure that what you are about to do is OK with the person that you are assisting. What you are trying to do may be hurting them and not helping them. Please understand that people with disabilities have different needs and everyone is different. What might have worked for one person may not work for another person. Most importantly, always ask before you help a disabled person.

If you come upon a disabled person who has fallen out of their wheelchair, ask these important questions and do the things below:

  1. Is the person breathing and able to speak?
  2. If the person is able to breathe, but not able to speak due to their limitation, then check for any injured limbs, but DO NOT MOVE ANY PERSON THAT IS NOT ABLE TO SPEAK TO YOU! CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY!
  3. If the person is able to speak to you, then ask what happened and are you hurt?
  4. If the person is not injured and is not in pain, then get some other people that also understand what the circumstance is, and tell the disabled person what you are about to do.
  5. If you are going to move the wheelchair, or place the wheelchair back in its upright position, then identify whether or not the wheelchair is a manual chair or a power chair.
  6. If the wheelchair is manual, then place your right hand on top of the push handle bar and your left hand on the bottom frame of the wheelchair while another person is on the other side making sure the wheelchair is stable. If you are able, attempt to lock the brakes, or put your right foot behind the rear tier. This will help you to get support and will keep the wheelchair from moving.
  7. If the wheelchair is a power chair, then make sure the wheelchair is turned off before trying to do anything with it. Please make sure that there are no exposed wires or any broken parts that will keep the wheelchair from moving. Depending on the wheelchair model, you will have to find the frame of the wheelchair. Please understand that some power chairs have custom parts and seating. Never grab any part of the wheelchair that has a piston or actuator attached to it. Try finding a back handle of the wheelchair and the bottom of the wheelchair frame. Please be aware that power chairs are extremely heavy and may require up to six people to get the chair back upright. If the disabled person is able to be moved safely out of the chair, then do so before putting the chair back up, but always ask the person what is the best procedure to follow. If for any reason you are unsure about how to move the wheelchair or the disabled person, please contact your local emergency services . Most states will not charge to assist or take care of minor injuries. They only charge if they transport a person to the hospital. Please consult your local emergency fire department for more information.

When you are driving, please be considerate of disabled people, as well as any other people that are walking or on bicycles. Don’t stop in a crosswalk when the stoplight changes. The white lines are there to let pedestrians know where the safety zone is, not for you to stop in the middle of them, and block the wheelchair ramp, because you weren’t paying attention. Nor should you try to turn right on the red light when the white light is on, and someone is trying to cross. The white light shows that it is safe for pedestrians to cross, not for you to try to turn before they can even start to cross. The white light doesn’t stay on long enough to even get across the street as is, let alone for you to turn red because you don’t want to wait for the people to walk across the street. Just try to remember that the people crossing the street are out in the weather, whether or not it’s good, and you are in a vehicle. Also try to think how you would feel if it was you trying to cross the street and someone was stopped in the crosswalk and blocking the wheelchair ramp. Try to imagine how you would feel if you were the one in a wheelchair the next time that you don’t want to wait for a disabled person to cross.

A Discussion About Depression

Depression Is An Illness

I Googled: what percent of people have had severe depression? It is not a sin or a crime to be depressed. At some time or another, chances are that every person over the age of 18 has had at least one bout of depression. The Google inquiry provided the following information, and I copied one of the replies below.


Affects approximately 14.8 million American adults, or about 6.7 percent of the U.S. population age 18 and older in a given year. While major depressive disorder can develop at any age, the median age at onset is 32.5.

More prevalent in women than in men.


I then went to the website of the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) :

There is a booklet that they have published called Depression: What You Need To Know. In the booklet there is basic information about depression such as its signs and symptoms.

About this booklet

This booklet, prepared by the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), provides an overview on depression. NIMH is part of the National Institutes of Health (NIH), the primary Federal agency for conducting and supporting medical research.

This booklet will help you learn the following four things that everyone should know about depression:

  • Depression is a real illness.
  • Depression affects people in different ways.
  • Depression is treatable.
  • If you have depression, you are not alone.

This booklet contains information on the signs and symptoms of depression, treatment and support options, and a listing of additional resources. It is intended for informational purposes only and should not be considered a guide for making medical decisions. Please review this information and discuss it with your doctor or health care provider. For more information on depression, please visit the NIMH website.

Here is the information about the booklet if you are interested in obtaining a copy for yourself, a loved one, or a friend.

Citing This Publication

U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, National Institutes of Health, National Institute of Mental Health. (2015). Depression (NIH Publication No. 15-3561). Bethesda, MD: U.S. Government Printing Office.

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The information that I gave above was to provide you with professional advice. I am not a professional trained in anything having to do with depression of the human body. Any information that I give, except for when I say that I copied it from somewhere, is information from personal experience or from witnessing the behavior of someone going through whatever it is that they are going through. This goes for depression, having a broken bone, being in an automobile accident, having cancer. All of those are things that I have either had myself or witnessed someone close to me going through one ot more of them.  What I am about to relay to you is from my own experiences from the age of nine when my six month old baby sister died with a birth defect that the doctors didn’t even know that she had until they did the autopsy after she died.

I can definitely relate to the copy of the poster, shown at the beginning of this section and being shown again now, about depression.

Depression Is An Illness

At the time, I had never even heard the word depression. I just knew that I missed my baby sister, and I prayed to God for Him to take me and bring back my baby sister. I thought that my Mother and Step-Father needed her more than they needed me. This was because I thought that I had killed her. Earlier in the day, after she had died, I had overheard some neighborhood women talking about babies dying. They said that they had just read about a baby that had died because the brothers and sisters had suffocated it by putting too much baby powder on the baby. I was nine years old at the time. I had two brothers and one sister at that time. We all loved our half-sister. However, we were not allowed to hold her or pick her up, or do anything other than look at her. A few days before she died, I had to sneak to even put baby powder on her, just to see her smile. She loved having baby oil or baby powder put on her. So when I heard the neighborhood ladies saying what they were saying, I thought it was my fault. All I could do was cry and pray for God to take me. I was miserable. A few months later, I tried to go to God myself. If He wouldn’t take me, I would just have to go to Him by myself and try to convince Him to take me and to send my baby sister back. Obviously I was going through a bout of major and severe depression. I wasn’t crazy, nor was I contagious to anybody. I was having a hard time dealing with the death of my baby sister, and my thinking that it was my fault. I never told anyone what I had done, until many many years later. And yes, even for a little girl, it was a daily struggle. I became very withdrawn almost immediately after hearing those ladies talking. About the only things that I would do were go to school, go to Church and come home. I didn’t even want to play.

It wasn’t until my half-brother was born about a year later that I snapped out of it. He was born with a birth defect that the doctors diagnose when he was just a few weeks old. He was in and out of the hospital a lot. He was born with a defective immune system, and had to have gamma-globulin shots every week until he was five years old. At first the doctors would tell Mamma that they didn’t even know if he could live to be six months old. They would tell her “Let’s get him to six months old first, then we’ll talk about the future and what it may hold.” My Mother couldn’t handle it very well. When he my baby brother would wake up in the middle of the night, my Mamma would come and get me up to hold him until he went back to sleep. The doctors would always tell mamma and my Step-Father to let them get my baby brother to the next six month milestone. This went on until he was five years old. By the time he was five years old, his immune system had seemingly healed itself, and the doctors told my parents that they thought that my brother would be fine, and be able to live a long healthy life.

What I am trying to show is that depression can hit anyone at any age, but it is possible to get through it. Once I had my brother to concentrate on, I forgot about being so unhappy and wanting God to take me and send my baby sister back. And I had a lot of friends helping me too. Once the family moved away from where the baby had died, we all seemed to do a whole lot better. Having the new baby helped all of us except for my Mamma. She was so scared that my baby brother was going to die also, that she was sort of scared of getting close to him. She took care of him, she just wouldn’t let herself get as attached as she should. For the longest time, my little brother thought that I was his Mommy. And I loved it. I was old enough to babysit, so I did a lot of stuff with him and his little friends in the neighborhood. I would get all of his friends and bring them to my house and have like a pre-school and teach them their alphabet and their numbers. All of the little children (all under five years old) loved it, and I looked forward to it every time I did it. All of their parents loved it. I was a free babysitter for that hour or two whenever I had them at my house.

I know I got off on a tangent, but I thought it was necessary to show that, like the poster says, depression is an illness. It isn’t contagious, just a bad day or a phase that someone is going through. The person with it isn’t crazy, and no they can’t just pull their self up by their bootstraps. By no odd chance is it their identity. It is a daily struggle, they will get through it, and other people, especially their friends need to be patient and supportive of the person with the depression. I know it from experience.

There is another way that I know it from experience, and that is from a really bad time in my life when I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia all at the same time while I was visiting my family back home. This was in March of 1990. I had to stay an extra two weeks, because the doctors would not let me fly before the two weeks was up. After I got back to my house, I was being rushed to the hospital, every 7 to 10 days, with asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe. On June 9, 1990, I lost both my permanent full-time job that I had had for 16 years, and my permanent part-time job that I had had for five years. I was devastated, but too weak to put up too much of a fuss. I ended up in oxygen, and had to pull oxygen tanks around with me everywhere I went, and I had to wear a medical mask whenever I left my house. I was on Prednisone and therefore had a weakened immune system. If you had a cold and I caught it, it could go into Pneumonia on me. The Pneumonia that I had was micro-plasma-pneumonia. The worst kind for damaging your lungs. It took the doctors until April of 1993 to come up with the magical combination of medications to control all of my new medical conditions. In May of 1993, I started back to school at the local community college so that I could go back to work. I was pulling oxygen tanks behind me and was wearing a mask on my face when I started back, and I had just found out the week before I started to class that I was also diabetic. But nothing was going to stop me.

In conclusion, don’t let depression get you down. It is possible to get through it. I know from experience. I got through it against all odds.