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 27^th 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.

The Elephant in the Room

Okay, so it’s been a few days. I’ve been busy, and I finally submitted the first round screenplay to the NYC Midnight Screenwriting Challenge along with promoting my friend’s show “My Gimpy Life.” Teal and her team are interviewing five candidates this week to fulfill the position of Social Media Coordinator, hopefully. Good luck to my friend Jessica Rose who has an interview today with MGL.

       Over the last couple of days, during my hiatus from blogging, a significant issue has arisen in my life, which has inspired me to write this blog. I have had a couple of hiccups with my aide care. When these issues first occurred, I wanted to blog, but I didn’t because I would have come across as bitter and angry if I had. Now I can blog about it because I am removed from the situation. I am not upset and angry but just disappointed in my generation and their dealings with others. This blog has not only addressed disability issues, but it will handle a generational issue as well.

       We are all familiar with the phrase, “Actions speak louder than words,” but do we ever really pay attention to what that means? Although I have not held a paying job at this point in my life, I am pretty intelligent, and I understand the value of a dollar. I also have dealt with personal care workers for quite a while. And I know that this type of employment is unlike any other profession. It differs from any other profession in many ways.

One of which is expected while others are not. That outside of the unique situation that is the job of personal care can see a misunderstanding. The obvious way that aide care is different from any other profession is that there is no privacy. The most intimate functions are shared between two people. When a person has to use the bathroom, they need other people. When a person has an accident, they need other people. This, in and of itself, can both cause some incredibly funny moments. Still, it can also lead to the development of another way in which personal care is different from other forms of employment. I have been warned against it many times, but I find it impossible not to become friends with the person or persons who take care of me. When somebody is intimate with your privates or puke, you have to have goofy conversations to offset the awkwardness. Eventually, the aide usually quits, or you develop a deep bond and understanding because not everyone can relate to what you two are going through. This closeness and friendship often cause one to forget a very important element of the aide care job. It is indeed a job, and your client is often extremely dependent on you. In my case, for example, to put in a funny way, I am like a giant baby with a brain and a sense of humor.
       Many disabled people would not like this analogy, but if they were honest with themselves, they would find an accurate description of our situation. As for me, for example, I am fully dependent on others for everything. If there is a snot booger coming out of my nose and I feel it dripping down into my mouth, I have to ask others to wipe it. Some of these tasks may gross the caregiver out, but if they sign up for this job, then that is what they signed up for. Except for my awesome finger and its shitty driving skills, I can’t move. I am also physically dependent on people to get me in and out of bed. Other disabled people are in similar situations. Some caregivers have an interesting perspective on the fact that we are dependent on them. Some aides view it as doing me a “favor.” Yes, I admit that I would be screwed without help but let me give a quick English lesson. The word “favor” means doing something and not getting something in return. Hence, aide care is not a favor to any disabled person or me because aide care workers draw a paycheck!

It might be a shitty paycheck, but it’s still a paycheck. If one were in the real world and refused to do specific duties, their boss would not put up with it. However, I included, along with other disabled people, have to put up with it. Why is this, you might ask? Simply because we are so dependent on people, some give and take in aide care relationships. Still, my generation does not understand the difference between working for a friend and working in general. Yes, you are friends with your clients in most cases but don’t abuse the friendship and produce a substandard care level just because you know we have to deal with it. Or, as a former friend of mine said to me (when he was training someone on how to be a personal caregiver), “You should always take care of a person as if you’re going to be in their shoes tomorrow.”

Initially, after the last aide care bump in the road, I have to say that I was bitter and angry, and I had a poor pitiful “me” moment. However, that didn’t get me anywhere. I soon realized that this would be a part of my life, not a fun part, but a part of my life nonetheless. I also soon realized that I was angry at the situation as much as I was mad with my generation. For the most part, in my opinion, my age is so self-absorbed, and altruism is a word most do not know. They put no stock into being on time and no value into a commitment. This does not only apply when it comes to personal care purposes for entirely dependent people. I’ve found this applies to other areas of life as well.

When this occurs, it causes significant issues for several reasons. Apart from the unreliability that results from people not taking responsibility seriously, it also creates other problems. I live independently from my parents, and they live six hours away, and they freak out every time I have an aide care issue. This is understandable, but freaking out does not do anything, and it only exacerbates the problem. Many people ask me why I tell them about my issues. I tell them because I need someone to vent to before I drive my chair straight through a wall. However, telling them is both a positive and a negative thing. Telling them allows me to get out of my frustration, but it also allows them to respond with the following. “Well, you shouldn’t have to live that way!” or something similar to that.

I agree with their romantic view, but that is not my reality. I should not live that way, but I do, and for a couple of days after the latest incident, I wondered how I was going to deal with this reality of my life. During this period, I ended up getting miffed at my generation. Now one might ask, how do I connect the problems I’m having with a personal care issue into a generational commentary on the sad state of affairs today. Well, the only answer I have for that is I’ve always been an old soul. I think way too much, and I have a unique way of looking at things. This example is a perfect one. With my aide care situation, I realize something. Not all my aides were acting that way. It got me thinking since when did people not value their word or commitment?

As I’ve stated before, I feel that my generation is the most self-absorbed and selfish generation that I’ve ever met. Altruism was not a word that we learned, and we are more concerned with what other people think along with what other people are doing compared to what we should be doing. How does this relate to aide care? Simply put, some of those who are around my age do not view this as a job because they are close to me in age. They view it as being able to hang out with somebody and get paid. A key example, I’ve had aides who will “refuse to do certain tasks because I have other shifts that can do it for me.” Or they are tired or took the job because they needed time to sleep—or sometimes even money. They’ve also said that other shifts can do it for me in general. This has occurred in Edinboro, Pennsylvania, and when I was living at St. Andrew’s in North Carolina.

This is not only the dumbest philosophy that I’ve ever heard, but people often forget that one would not be able to pick and choose what they do at particular jobs in the real world. You can either do something all the way or not at all. There’s no room for someone who does their job half-assed. When you pick and choose what you desire to do in a personal care position, it can cause problems, and these are not easily fixable.

Often it is hard for the person being “refused” to say anything because they don’t want to lose the warm body, i.e., the person who’s helping them, and their support system often doesn’t understand this. Even their parents or their service coordinator say that the caregiver should not dictate the care, and in an ideal world, this is what one desires. However, if a caregiver decides to show up several hours late, nothing can be done about it. I’m not speaking about any caregivers in particular because I’ve had several that have done this.

Before I continue, a quick aside to show that I understand things from the caregiver’s perspective. When you get into private one-on-one the care, I am sure it is different than working for thirteen people or even forty people where you have a break from the individual, and you have other co-workers to vent to. I also believe that it is not right that caregivers should be at a client’s beck and call. I admit I have been guilty of this. I am not dodging my responsibility at all. I feel that a majority of disabled people (as I’ve said myself included, and earlier portions of my life) have the belief that the aide is there to serve them. This is not the case.

The aide is there to help them. That being said, I come to my next point. I also believe that anyone who does not understand the dynamics of the relationship between a caregiver and a client has no right to comment about what is going on between them regarding how well a particular aide is doing their job. Yes, I do believe that aides are often underappreciated and underpaid, and this needs to change. Like I said before, though, both parties have responsibilities to create a healthy client/aide relationship. And a note to all prospective aides, do not use this as just a stepping stone job because it is not a job one can take lightly! It is not like working at McDonald’s. If you are late, give your client the courtesy of informing them because they rely on you for everything. At this point, I’m not just talking about me. I know one person in particular who was stuck in bed for several days because she had no one. Again, back to the disappointment that I have in my generation.

My generation seems to think that everything should revolve around them. Altruism and responsibility are words of a foreign language to most individuals in my age, but the most unheard concept in my generation is a “promise” that is kept. A lot of people promise someone the world, but how many of them follow through? Not very many. Since when did our word become worthless? It is okay to tell someone, “No, I don’t think I can help.” in that situation. It is okay to tell someone how you feel. Not only is my generation skittish about being honest with their peers, but also, if their peer is in some form or another disabled, then this skittishness is magnified.

I am not expecting society to change overnight, but honesty must exist in the field of aide care. If you know you are not going to fulfill duties, you need to tell someone. Whether it is either about not being able to get there on time physically or if your client is asking you to do something that you don’t want to do, then you need to either discuss it with them or if it an essential piece of the aide care description then re-look at your job description. If you are uncomfortable with your duties, then get out of the aide care business!

A final note to my parents and any other parents of disabled people who might be reading this. The realities presented in this blog are much different than I’m sure the reality that you have envisioned for me, but they are the realities that I live with. People are not going to change overnight, but it is only through communication and action that change will occur. No one’s life is silky smooth. You guys only freak out because my current goals seem a lot larger than yours. Just because you freak out about them doesn’t mean it fixes the situation. Eventually, it might make me talk about the situation less to you. Not because I do not love you and your opinion but simply because constantly reminding of how my life should work out in a caregiving sense does not help me come up with solutions for what is occurring in my life.

In closing, I don’t know who will read this blog and what emotions it will inspire in people. I thought it needed to be written to discuss significant elephants in the room that disabled people and their caregivers often ignore.

 

 

      

 

 

The Difficult Takes Time, the Impossible Just Takes Longer

"Dreams are never destroyed by circumstance. They live or die in your heart. My dreams come true not in spite of my circumstance but because of it...For those of us in this life who are afraid to change, life will change for us. Then it is always a more painful experience...Dreams new dreams or dream old dreams in new ways. Think new thoughts or think old thoughts in new ways...The miracles of our lives do not come about by grand events, but by the little things we have chosen to do...The biggest problems come about because I avoid the little things too long...The difficult takes time; the impossible just takes a little longer" -Art Berg.

I read this quote in a book that I’m reading by Chad Hymas. This is a quote from his mentor. 

Yet again, nothing surprises me. Being disabled you are given a unique set of playing cards. Sometimes a few of those playing cards go missing and you find them later. Then you wonder to yourself, where is that when I needed it? This awful card analogy is the best way I can figure to start this blog. Recently, I’ve had a couple of issues related to my disability. Nothing quite like the one I mentioned in the “It’s All About How You Handle It...” where I went to the bathroom on myself, but a rather frustrating issue none-the-less. 

When you are as physically disabled as I am you are pretty much reliant on others for a majority of your physical needs. At this point, I made it clear throughout some of my other blogs. What I have not discussed is the various aide care philosophies and systems that are available. This blog will not go into detail about the difference between the aide care model, rather it will discuss aide care from person to person. I am with an agency who for the purposes of this blog will be known as “Help At Home.” I have not always been with this agency. In fact, I have not always lived on my own until I came back to Grad School my primary physical care providers were my parents. I believe this is the case for a lot of disabled individuals. However, I do not have some giant statistic number to use. I went to Edinboro during the school year while getting my Undergrad and came home every summer. I lived in a dorm-like every other college student I did my share of fun having and my share of studying. The only difference between my dorm and everyone else’s was the personal care was a part of the package. Due to this unique set up, I believe my parents and I were always skeptical about how I was going to live on my own. I really didn’t have any answers to the questions but I knew that it was an eventual goal of mine. My parents were probably scared out of their wits but they would never tell me that until later.

So how long ago for my fully dependent care system to a functioning disabled individual who is independent, managing my life, and making the mistakes other typical 26-year-olds. Well, let me explain I am not often a logical thinker and I will fully admit that. Sometimes it has driven my parents insane. The idea of me living on my own was no different. It was another summer in 2010 when I was doing the same thing over again, driving myself slowly crazy along with making my parents, especially my dad, want to pull the little hair he had left out. One day I finally decided, screw it! I’m going to go back to school. My parents said, “Well, that’s great but how are you going to do it?” I was used to them finding solutions for me. So needless to say this was a nice kick in the ass. After about six weeks of me hoping they would do what they usually had done, I figured out this was going to be different. 

Now let me make a note about what I’ve said above. I’m not some spoiled rich kid who expects his parents to do everything. I honestly believe in the depths of my heart that a large part of my parents doing everything has a lot to do with my disability. Either my perception is right or wrong, I believe parents with disabled children in some cases want to overprotect them. Not that this is a wrong desire, but it stunts the growth of the individual. I do not fault my mom or dad. They did not know what they were doing just as I would not know what I was doing if I had a disabled child. They did the best they could and now it was time for me to work on myself. 

I found a program, applied, and got in! I was not under any pressure that I could not do the work of Grad School. The biggest hurdle I thought I would have would be the personal care. My parents had two conditions. Either I live at home and go to the University of Maryland and go back to Edinboro or go back to Edinboro and live at the dorms. Well, I love mom’s cooking but the basement wasn’t for me.  So I said I would go back to Edinboro. I don’t think my parents knew at the time but I always had it at the back of my mind that I was going to live on my own by the end of the semester. Towards the middle of the semester is when my parents and I when I seriously began to talk about it. My mom, being the wonderful mom that she is, took great chunks of her life and helped me search for an apartment. Eventually, I found one! Not the best, but not the worst. So now I had a place to live and a school to go to. The greatest struggle of all was not addressed though. 

For those who do not know. It is not easy for someone to get aide care in whichever state they live in. There are waiting lists about 1,000 miles long. It doesn’t make sense to the outside, but that is bureaucracy for you. This is not an advantageous system for someone moving from state to state. I encountered a problem. I would qualify for aide care but it would take about six months for the state to pick up the bill. My case is unique because I was able to have parents that were able to help me pay workers that I had known from the Edinboro dorm community to assist me with aide care. There are days when I’m sure they don’t know it but I am eternally grateful for them for help during those first six months. Without them, I don’t know where I would be.

Once the system kicked in that is where the difference between idealism and reality became apparent. As a parent, I can imagine that one would want their kids to be taken care of to the fullest whenever possible. This is no different for my parents. They to this day freak out when I tell them that an aide showed up late or called off at the last minute. Unfortunately, this is the reality of life when you are disabled and trying to be independent. It is not always 100% squeaky clean but it is do-able. I think a lot of disabled people are hesitant to try living on their own because we are taught as a society to fear the unknown. Let me put it another way.

When you are completely dependent on others for such simple things as eating, using the restroom, or removing the giant snot booger from your nose it becomes tedious to have to wait for someone to come help you. Therefore, most of us, I think in my heart, would rather take the safe situation than the risk of being independent. This may be a controversial statement but I fully stand behind it. Yes, living independently has its own risks. I’ve gone many nights without someone here. Five, to be exact. This number will probably freak my parents out. However, I know many people in my situation who do not have night care because the system does not pay for it. Ideally, we should allegate all the funds in the world that are needed to pay for aide care but living in an ideal world can really blind you to reality. There are ways around hurdles of living independently but in order for the disabled community to become more independent, they must first be creative and have the courage to think independently.

This blog came about because of periods of time over the last week and a half where aides have not shown up. Even my able-bodied friend who is sitting here helping me write this and myself are floored by this but it is the reality of my “Gimpy Life." To steal the title of an awesome web series you should all check out starring Teal Sherer. (http://www.tealsherer.com/Welcome.html). There are days where I scramble for coverage and there are guardian angles that come to the rescue (even when I don’t want them too)! Some days are like hell but hey at least it’s not boring. Parents who read this may be taken aback and this may entice you to be more overprotective but we are just like everyone else. We cannot grow until we fail because it is the failure that the greatest growth occurs. If we want to be like everyone else we must learn like everyone else.