Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Who says we cant have a family


 
So, it's been about a week or so since I last posted.  Since then, I've gotten older.  I had my 27th birthday, which was a quiet one this year.  One of the more unexpected gifts that I got was a Voiceless Minority T-shirt. It looks pretty awesome.  I will soon post pictures, thanks to my family for getting it for me.  Speaking of family, it due to recent conversations that family and disability will be the subject of this post. 

            I am not a psychologist, even though I took a few classes here and there.  However, I do believe it is human nature to want offspring. Our lives are only a blip on the cosmic radar.  It is through offspring that one leaves impressions and legacies behind.  This blog will not discuss how there is an overwhelming number of disabled children in America that need to be adopted, even though that is the problem that needs to be addressed, instead let's talk about disability and love.

            In one of my earliest blogs, I talked about the eugenics movement in the US.  That blog is called The Dark Side of Disability.   Supporters of the eugenics movement felt that disabled people should not be allowed to reproduce.  In a sense, they were dictating for us without us.  I, like many others, find this to be unacceptable.  In a book that I am reading entitled, What We Have Done, an Oral History of the Disability Rights Movement, by Fred Pelka, I continue to learn more about the disability movement I have recently become so passionate about.  The opening line in the book hits me extremely hard.  It is a slogan that is used widely throughout the disability rights movement.  Simply activists demand, "Nothing about us without us."  This slogan refers to several things, but it can be mainly applied to the family discussion.

            I recently turned 27, and like most late twenty-somethings, I have become a bit more focused as of late.  Apart from focusing on finishing a degree, I am also focusing on what my future holds in all aspects of life.  I have decided that I am bound and determined to have a family.  Some have told me that this is perfectly reasonable, while others have launched the following point against it.  You would be missing out on so many life activities of your kids, i.e., Playing ball, holding them without assistance, changing diapers… wouldn't that be too hard for you?  And still, others have said you would be basically just donating sperm and being there for emotional support.  To all who have waited on the issue, I appreciate it; however, I have this to say on behalf of myself and, I hope, also, on behalf of disabled people in general:

            What makes a good parent?  Is it how many times one can throw a ball back and forth?  Is it how many diapers one changes in a lifetime?  That is part of it, but it is not the heart of it.  The nature of being a parent is instilling caring and love into another human life for eighteen years.  By that point, you hope that they have become good people and productive citizens.  How often do you look back and wonder, "Did I change their diaper right on that first Wednesday home?"  I realize that people with physical disabilities are limited as far as the type of physical interaction they can involve themselves in.  However, accommodations can be made.

            When a baby is firstborn, he needs a lot of attention physically and emotionally. While I am grateful that I can't change a poopy diaper, I present a way that a male who is as physically challenged as I am can connect with his son or daughter.  I have often criticized these inventions as "hippie" or "new age." Still, in all seriousness, those baby carriers one occasionally sees would be the perfect solution to my lack of ability to hold my infant without "lobster-clawing" it to death.  The mother, my future wife, could indeed position the infant in my arms and on my lap as my parents did with my cute, "Q-ball headed" baby sister.   On a final note in regard to males and raising their infants, I'm sure with a little outside the box thinking, one could even rig up a way to feed their small alien a bottle at three in the morning.  

            While I am not well versed in what a female has to do with nurturing and caring for the infant, I am aware that she is often more physically involved than the male's participation.  To go out on a limb, I can suggest that if a female was in my situation, her partner could take on diaper duties, and as far as breastfeeding goes, there would be a way to adapt that as well.  Before I end this section on raising infants and physical contact, I must ask the question, are our minds as a society so narrow that we are unable to think about anything other than what we are used to?  To the several individuals who have recently tried to dissuade me, I say that disabled people have great gifts to share with society, and it is sad that you want to pass over those gifts before we have had the chance to share them with the rest of the world.

            The physical care of an offspring is an issue, but others have raised a more pressing and disturbing case to me when it comes to family.  They suggest that it might be hard for me because I'm missing out on certain activities with my child.  In response to that, all I can say is, "Come on, man, you make that argument?"      I have missed out on various aspects of it; walking, running, standing, using the restroom, etc. At first, I have accepted the issues of this part of my disability. I have had enough time to deal with it.  I acknowledge that some disabled people have not accepted their disability for what it is. Still, the majority of the disability community is well aware of what they are missing out on.

 Another point I will use to support my argument is the example of single motherhood.  With many single mothers in this country, one cannot help but notice a few things.  In many cases, single mothers are not helped out by the fathers of the children.  One may ask how they deal with missing out on certain male experiences crucial for male children to have.  The answer is that if a mother is thinking outside of the box, they seek other strong influences in their children's lives. That being said, why couldn't this be the case if a child had a disabled parent?  Yes, my spouse or I may lack in certain areas, but that is what a strong support system is for.  Even though it only takes two people to make a child, it takes various people, including relatives, parents, friends, teachers, and others, to develop a child.

Finally, as I've said in many of my pieces, it is not my goal to force people to see the world the way I do, but it is the goal of this blog to show people that disabled people are human, too.  We are not defined by our disability.  Oftentimes our disabilities are simply a very small part of who we are.  As it is in human nature to want to pass on legacies and values, it is in the nature of the disabled to want to do the same.  I ask this question if we have overcome obstacles to this point of our lives, what is parenthood but another obstacle to overcome.  The only difference is that this time, we want to struggle just like everyone else.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

We’re Really Not That Different


It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve been busy and am currently entered in the Screenwriting Challenge 2013 presented by NYC Midnight. So I’ve been bouncing around ideas for that. However, I watched a music video today that got me thinking about an old friend. In turn, that got me thinking about the idea of disability and relationships. For this blog, relationships are not talking about friendships but relationships on a romantic level.

       I ended up watching Rascal Flatts “What Hurts the Most,” which is a good video, and it got me thinking about someone I used to be close to. In this blog, I will refer to her merely as KB. Those who know me will know the initials, but since this is being read about the world, I want to protect her anonymity a little bit. Anyway, what hurts the most got me thinking about all that was left unsaid between me and this individual and the personal walls and hells I’ve put myself through. Once I was done having a moment of self-pity, it got me thinking about a larger concept about disabilities and relationships. Before one continues, I feel it is essential to place the following video here: I got the title for my blog. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-r9KAU-RKu4
As my one friend said, it is a relatively progressive video which shows that people of all shape, sizes, race, and beliefs at their core all possess fundamental needs and desires. That being said, there is a message that I need to espouse.

       As I’ve termed them, “exceptionalities” are no different, but when you have a physical exceptionality, it seems as if you struggle more to find a healthy relationship. This next piece of the blog may be a little uncomfortable to some readers, but it is the reality of my life and those similar to me.

       A certain amount of physical contact, whether sexual or otherwise, is necessary for any healthy relationship because words can only communicate so much. Sorry to keep referring back to music in this blog, but it is like the one band known as Extreme with their song More Than Words in which the song says, “What would you say if I took those words away?” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrIiLvg58SY

They emphasize that words can only do so much. Physical contact is necessary. This is why I hold the following belief, and I also believe many others who are disabled like I think that it is tough to date somebody who is more disabled than you if you are disabled. It may not make sense to one who does not understand the dynamics but let me give an example. If I were confined to a power wheelchair and the person I am dating is also confined to a power wheelchair, it is tough to lean over and give them a hug or kiss. Some individuals overcome these obstacles, but with my limited mobility, I have determined that it would be impossible for me to date somebody as disabled as I am. Going along with this, I often find myself attracted to non-disabled individuals.

       No, I do not know what it’s like to be able-bodied at all, but I do know what it’s like to be a 20 something individual in my generation. It appears as if a majority of my age, whether male or female, is looking for a quick fix hookup type scenario. As a disabled person, I have needs as well, but I do not view sex the way my generation views it, but I acknowledge that even though I am physically disabled, I do have desires. One will find that if they ask a majority of disabled individuals whether they view sex as a casual thing or not, they will admit that they have strong sexual desires, perhaps stronger than those of their non-disabled friends. I cannot explain it, but this is just what I have experienced. That being said, there is a common problem when one has a physical disability. We often end up being the emotional boyfriend or girlfriend to someone rather than their actual significant other.

       What do I mean by emotional significant other? I have had many friends in my life, and I know other physical people who have also been in this situation. Where are you in friendship with somebody of the opposite sex? In the beginning, you feel no attraction to them because, unlike popular belief, we do not want to date everyone we are surrounded by if we have a disability. However, as the relationship grows, they find comfort in you as a disabled person because of your perspective on life and your way of looking at things, and they will come to you with their problems rather than their significant other. This, in and of itself, would not be a problem except that disabled people are human too, and eventually, feelings will develop in some cases. When this does happen: I will use an example from my own life but protect her anonymity; we will call her Cristina. Cristina and I were friends my sophomore and junior year of Undergrad. She started working for me as a part of my homework aide staff, and quickly we saw that we were going to get along. We started hanging out more outside the work environment. When you work with somebody constantly, as near as I do with all the people who help me, you will see sides of them that they don’t show the rest of the world.

Everyone has bad days, and everyone needs someone to listen to. Well, this occurred with Cristina. She was having relationship problems, and I was a good friend, or so I thought until one day she said to me, “You would be the perfect boyfriend except you’re in a power chair. I don’t know if I could handle it.” This is a legitimate concern, but I had no attraction to her, so I blew it off. As the days and weeks went by, however, the interest began to develop. Eventually, we revisited the conversation, and I said, “A while ago, you said I would be the perfect boyfriend except for the fact I am in a chair. What did you mean?” She replied with one of the most hurtful friends that a friend has ever said to me, “I don’t know that I could be with you because you’re in a chair. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just your chair.”

       First off, that doesn’t even make sense because of the chair; I may not like it is a part of who I am. If you cannot accept all of someone, how can you possibly be with them? Second off, I have heard people equated not like women of color, and it may be the same, but I do not see it that way. I see it as “I like you, but there’s something wrong with you, and if you could fix it, you would be perfect!” That comment from Cristina sent me into a deep reflective thought period. Or at least that’s the politically correct term for it. It sent me into a dark period where I had issues accepting who I was and contemplated suicide. Not cool, but it helped in the end. To end the Cristina story, let me say we remained friends for a couple of months longer, and she thought she could handle it, so she led me on. She liked the attention I gave her but was too afraid to hurt my feelings to say that it wouldn’t happen. I lost a good friend of mine Sarah Thompson over this. I should have listened to her, and this is my apology to her. I hope she can forgive me.  Back to my point, though. Persons with disabilities find someone that they are attracted to, and the attraction is stronger because not a lot of people give persons with disabilities the time of day in that department. Sad, but true.

 

       The Cristina example was to illustrate what I’m about to say. Relationships with persons with disabilities or exceptionalities are not that different. Still, they do not occur very often because of two reasons: one being the able-bodied object of affection is afraid of something or another, mostly having to take care of the individual instead then become a partner or two that the disabled person’s expectations of their partner.

       There is a small percentage of physically disabled and power chair bound people that ruin it for the rest of us. They expect the person they are with to take care of their every need. This means both physical, aka sexually, and physical, aka non-sexually. Persons with disabilities that small portion anyway sees their partner as a full-time caregiver and not a partner. This is what society has ingrained into abled-bodied persons’ subconscious that it will be this way. I am here to tell you that it will not.

       If a person with a physical disability who is either bound to a manual wheelchair or a power wheelchair truly cares about an individual, then they will not let you perform their personal care tasks whenever necessary. We are not that different from you. We laugh, cry, dream, hurt, we want, we love, and fear. The only thing that makes us different is our physical needs, and it is not your job as a significant other to deal with those physical needs.

       I know this blog will not change society’s perception overnight or relationships with persons having severe disabilities and non-disabled people. However, it is an issue that needs to be discussed and brought to light. We cannot pretend that disabled people are not human, and we cannot pretend that attractions do not occur. It is only through discussion and frank conversation such as this one that a few souls will change reality for the rest of us. In closing, I must say that I do look up to those non-disabled people, i.e., Kayte Fry, who, at one point or another in their lives, looked past someone’s physical presence and found the human inside their soul. Although we do not speak anymore, Kayte and I were not directly involved with your relationship with this person; I am eternally grateful to you for realizing that we are not all that different.

 

Footnotes:  

1.) Collin Raye “Not That Different” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-r9KAU-RKu4

2.) Extreme’s song “More Than Words”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrIiLvg58SY