Blog2017-12-15T07:44:01+00:00

Too young for DP parking

One of the oddest things people seem to think, in my point of view, is that most handicapped people are old.  This has been brought home to me numerous times.  It will be helpful for you to know that my sister, myself and my nieces all have generally looked younger than we really are, at least on most good days, [...]

October 23rd, 2018|

Normies come clean

When I was nearly forty, I was in a seminar team environment where each of us daily told others things we had going on about them in order to keep from building up issues.  Things like, “It annoyed me when you…” or “I feel a little attracted to you.”  It actually was fun and worked well. What happened for me [...]

October 11th, 2018|

Crips rule

In the mid-1980’s, I volunteered to assist at a seminar including a ropes course, a physical challenge designed to have participants go past their emotional or mental “blocks.”  I was really looking forward to seeing people free themselves from their worry or inhibitions while rappelling across a canyon.  As an outdoor lover, it seemed like the perfect thing for me [...]

September 19th, 2018|

Handicapped, or disabled?

Handicapped, disabled, differently-abled, physically challenged.  What a range of opinions there are about those terms. Losing a leg, as one of my friends did in an auto accident, means he is legally disabled, definitely handicapped.  He changed from a physical profession to a desk career.  So, he’s definitely handicapped, and by legal definition, he’s disabled.  It’s difficult to do even [...]

August 29th, 2018|

I can or I can’t

Maybe having polio also caused me to in some ways be more compassionate, yet in some ways more objective or maybe even less forgiving about what people say they cannot do.  I have a harder time believing that statement, “I can’t do it, I could never do it,” having found that I could do far more than I ever thought [...]

August 9th, 2018|

A young girl’s pain

There was a day in sixth grade when my polio leg ached so much that I could not stand, and it was terrifying for me.  This was the first time I had had pain in that leg since the initial onset ten years before.  I began to cry, right in class; my teacher, Mrs. Hyatt, asked me what was wrong [...]

August 2nd, 2018|

Point your toe straight

My mother always told me “Point your toe straight” because I tended to throw my polio foot out to the side.  This unconscious gait, along with my rolled-in ankle prior to the operation I had at age thirteen, was creating a bad habit for my leg, training it to operate in a way, with the knee also slightly pointed outward, [...]

July 22nd, 2018|

Who’s (not) staring at me?

Around age ten to twelve, I was visiting my older sister, whom I looked up to as a fascinating role model auntie.  (Different dad; she was nearly nineteen when I was born.)  I was allowed to take the three-hour Greyhound Bus ride to San Francisco and stay with her and her family.  We were shopping one day, in the very [...]

July 5th, 2018|