Just came back from my first wheelchair basketball practice of the year and I am officially a member of the board, potentially helping coach little kids on tuesday nights and also will be trying out for competitive league. This year regarding sports sounds like a promising one!
Finally starting to adjust to living in my new house, so I figured it would be time to start working back on a routine, that works for both me and my chronic pain. It always seems to be hard when it comes to trying to create a routine, as chronic pain is not always predictable. However, I can honestly say that having a list of what I would like to attempt to accomplish and understanding that it is ok not to finish everything really helps.
- Wake up early
- Practice some basic yoga
- Bake banana bread
- Go to campus to study
- Go to wheelchair basketball
Hope everyone had a good weekend and an amazing start to their week tomorrow :)
On June 3rd, 2014, the Serrano family was having difficulty with a young female family member who suffers from a mental illness and depression. Yanira Serrano-Garcia, 18, had apparently gone off of her medication and became agitated and hard to control.
“[Yanira] wanted to be normal. She wanted to stop taking her medication, and I get it. Sometimes when my feet hurt I just want to be normal. I don’t want to take pills. I get her…all we want is justice,” said a friend of Yanira’s during a community march.
“Sadly, they mistook her for something she didn’t do, and a cop decided to get his gun out when he could have gotten out his taser, his pepper spray,” she said.
“She has special needs and we just want answers,” said Yanira’s brother, Tiny Serrano. “Who are we supposed to call now when we need help when who is supposed to help us is killing our kids?”
A PSA From A Person In A Wheelchair
Alright folks, let’s talk about helping people in wheelchairs.
First off, let me start by saying I know that the people who want to help have good intentions. Many people don’t want to help at all; in fact, they’ll go out of their way to not help. So, thank you.
However, oftentimes, good intentions can lead to bad results. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone through a conversation like the one above. (Obviously, the one above is exaggerated but I digress.)
In fact, let me tell you what inspired this comic. I was wheeling towards a door in my residence hall yesterday (a door that I had opened multiple times) when a person raced up and asked if I needed help opening it. When I declined, they said, “Let me help.” I tried to decline again but by that time they had opened the door. So I thanked them and entered, only to have them race past me and open the next door. Again, I thanked them and told them that I didn’t need help. I turned the handle of the third door and they abruptly pushed it open, pulling my arm in the process. I thanked them through gritted teeth and they grinned, pleased that they had helped someone.
It’s one thing to offer help. It’s another to insist that you help, especially if the person in the wheelchair declines.
One, frequently asking (or downright insisting!) is going to make the person in the wheelchair uncomfortable and annoyed. Secondly, you might unintentionally end up injuring said person or otherwise inconveniencing them.
"But I want to help!"
I know you do. And that’s great.
But do me a favor and follow these two rules:
1. Wait until the person in the wheelchair asks you for help.
However, if you don’t want to wait and insist on asking them:
2. If you do ask a person in a wheelchair if they need help and they decline your help, DON’T HELP.
It’s that simple!
the hardest part of being a teenager with an invisible illness is that I have to try extra hard to fit in because if im not able to do what everyone else can, im immediately bombarded with questions and made out to be lazy
This sums it up completely. Still experiencing this in my 20s.
As someone with a sensitive body, I really have to watch what I put in to it, so I thought I would share a simple but very tasty recipe. I apologize for the lack of food on the tray, because I thought of snapping a photo, halfway through this delicious salad.
- Fresh tomatoes
- Chopped onion
- Fresh basil
- A little bit of olive oil
- A little bit of vinegar
Slice up your tomatoes and lay them down in a dish. Chop up some yellow onion and throw as little or as much as you desire over your tomatoes. Next, pour in some vinegar and olive oil, choose amounts depending on if you rather it have the strong vinegar taste or more of the oil texture. To top it off, sprinkle on some freshly chopped basil. Tastes better when sitting in the fridge for a while for the tomatoes to absorb the oil and vinegar.
Hope you all enjoy :)
Celebrating that my period has arrived, which means that I am not pregnant.
Sulking in my room about how bad my period flares up my chronic pain.
You just can’t win.
When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.