The Voiceless Minority

 What comes to mind when you hear the words “physical or occupational therapy”? Most of you who will read this are probably only familiar with the words in the context of rehab. By that, I mean most readers of this post will associate physical and occupational therapy only with injuries or accidents. In my opinion, this is because these services are believed to “fix” a problem. If one hurts their meniscus or knee, as my now wife, Samantha, or as I like to call her “love bug,” did several months ago, for example, you would go to physical therapy with the goal of gaining function back in your knee. Once you get to what is known as your baseline level of functioning, or you stop making progress towards a goal, your therapy comes to an end. In theory, that would make sense except for the fact that most people with disabilities need therapy to maintain a basic level of functionality and are not receiving therapy as a result of an injury that will “get better” over time. The problem co...

  I have a question for anyone reading this. Have you ever gotten so involved in a project that you let it consume your whole identity? Have you become so involved that you forget that there are other parts of you that need to be looked after? Ok, I guess that was two questions, but anyway, back to my point. The last post on this blog was published in November of last year. Up until then, other members of the voiceless minority and I had been posting pretty regularly. However, sometimes we need a reminder that we are not defined by a single thing, or, more eloquently, that we are more than just one part of our personality. I was no different; the universe just had to make more of an effort to make me aware of it. This post is designed not only to revitalize my own involvement with the voiceless community but also to serve as an update for those curious about why the voice of the voiceless has been so silent since last November.   Late last year, I started a fellowsh...