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Think before you speak
https://faithtoraisenate.com/12-things-not-to-say-to-a-parent-of-a-child-with-special-needs-part-1/
https://faithtoraisenate.com/12-things-not-say-parent-child-special-needs-part-2
Ms. Charlene Bullard writes a blog called Faith to Raise Nate. We have been discussing inappropriate comments made by people in regards to our family members with special needs. Charlene’s son Nate is deaf/blind with Autism and of course most of you have met my brother Stephen. The catalyst for her posts was my comment to her about people asking me if my brother Stephen is like the character in the Rain Man movie. Please go to the above links for more information. The objective of Charlene’s posts is to educate people to not make assumptions about folks with special needs.
Disabled does not mean that person is living a half-life or needs or wants your pity.
Below is my comment to Charlene regarding Part Two of the Topic with some edits I made for this post.
This post is on point!! Excellent words of wisdom. As I read your advice I thought of Helen Keller who was deaf/blind and went on to live an extraordinary life.
In my experience I can understand when children ask questions because they are truly curious and want to understand. As for adults they are just plain rude and choose to be that way.
I recall an incident years ago in the museum galleries when a dwarf lady was viewing a painting and a little girl saw her. The little girl knew that the dwarf woman was not a child but obviously she was puzzled as to why and how an adult could be that short. So naturally she went over to the dwarf lady and just stared at her. You know when eyes are on you. So the dwarf woman turned around and at that point the little girl ran off. The Dwarf woman just smiled. She probably goes through this every day.
Seeing that reminded me of when I was 11 and my Dad and Aunt took us on a family vacation on Montreal, Canada back in 1970. During our vacation we met a dwarf woman who was giving tours of her parents house. Her parents were both dwarfs and the house was built to scale meaning everything was lowered to their level. Having never seen or met a dwarf before I desperately wanted to ask her why she was so short however my Dad gave me that look. The look that silently said “You’d better not say anything to embarrass me or be rude. I held my tongue. Just like back in those days dwarfs were called midgets which is a derogatory term. Later on as an adult I learned that most dwarfs or Little People have a condition called Hypochondroplasia a form of short-limbed dwarfism.
On the tour I did learn that the dwarf lady was married to a normal sized man. As for their children I never found out that information but I was taught as a child not to make fun of people and not to ask rude questions that are none of your business in the first place. After all growing up I did not like it when the other kids in the neighborhood made fun of my brother Stephen.
Several years ago the Little People of America had a convention in New York City. Museums were on their itinerary and I saw many Little People enjoying the artwork at my museum workplace.
Below is a photo taken by my Dad after our tour. You can see me, Stephen, our Aunt Helen and our gracious host.
Where Happiness Lies
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face. —Mike Tyson
Where Happiness Lies. And it Lies All. The. Time.
She is not brave. She does not have courage. She is not resilient. No accomplishments. Nothing to be admired. She is not strong. The Strong Woman in the Circus Sideshow died a long time ago.
Yes she is Unique but not in a way pleasing to others.
He had an audience all to himself. He did not have to push his way through the crowds. They gave way as to a Biblical Leper. His cries heard yet unheard. For the darkness of life had swallowed him whole. Perhaps in the life that is to come he will receive shining robes. A Crown for his head. Soft slippers for his feet. His legs will be even one to another. His speech will be unmangled and unfurled. His tongue dancing eloquently over well favored speech.
For him D-Day does not signal doom or defeat.
For Life is a Cruel Struggle for which there is no reward……………
She is a Cosmic joke waiting for the punchline…………..
Reincarnation. Next Phase.
In the Midst of hopes, dreams, plans and goals I got lost. Now I need to step away and find myself once again.
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Sartorial Splendor
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fashionable/
Sartorial Splendor
Classy with a hint of Sassy!!
I was always a bit of a clothes horse. Looking good means a lot to me. Now I no longer have the chance to dress up as I did when I was young I still like to express my fashion sense when the opportunity arises. I’m not hitting the club anymore, dating or even hanging out with my girls because #1 I’m older and #2 my job is not conducive to socializing. As a museum guard I wear a non-descript ugly blue uniform that fits poorly and has me looking like a poor man’s Charlie Chaplin. Basically the uniforms are to make us visable to the public when they need assistance and the rest of the time fade into the background. Most visitors to the museum have no idea that most of the guards are visual artists, painters, sculptors, film-makers, musicians and photographers. Why are we museum guards because we can’t make a living with with our dreams and passions, we need to pay our bills and we need health and dental insurance. Therefore when I get off work and change into my street clothes I go from being a nobody back to me, a human being. Many of my guard co-workers express ourselves through our clothing, tattoos, piercings projecting an artistic vibe. Then we are on display as the creative human beings we really are. Hopefully during my vacation in May some of my museum guard buddies will allow me to share their sartorial expressions. Will let you know if that happens.
Don’t Mess with the Lioness!! Africa meets India.
Majical Mystical Poetry Goddess
My Lumpy phase. As you can see I was growing out of the dress.
As a photographer I wanted to honor this photographer and artist who passed away. His specialty portraits, mine Urban or Street photography. He also speaks about the influence of fashion in his artworks.
Roaming Urban Gypsy: https://roamingurbangypsy.com/
Painter Barkley L. Hendricks Dies at 72
The artist, best known for his bold portraits of Black people, passed away early this morning.
I’m not your Super Woman
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face. —Mike Tyson
Vanished from Nowhere
Sometimes when things Fall Apart people need to separate or be by themselves for a time. Sadly too many judge why a person stopped writing or whatever they were doing before. Since we never really know what’s going on in another persons life we need to support them in their decision. Burnout. Re-calibrate. Who knows how long the sabbatical need be?
Broken or Breaking Free??!!
Time to eliminate the unwanted commentary on Lives. People are too negative and just assume that they know what is right for somebody else without considering their situation. They settle into the Ass part of ASSume very well.
Steer into the Skid!!!
Isn’t the Truth so Extraordinarily Beautiful?? And I wear it so well!!
Don’t you see me bejeweled and beGemed. With Tiara, necklaces, rings, earrings and bracelets all jangling announcing my Royal Entrance??
Snapped but No Chat
Struggle is real.
Electric Shock Please??! Spin like a Rotisserie Chicken!!??
Mental and emotional pain is like being inflicted with mold or virus with every extending tentacles. It gets all tangled up within your DNA, your mind, your soul, your thoughts and it cannot be dispelled no matter what you do. It may go away for a while but like a reoccurring nightmare it returns usually with a vengeance. It becomes your destiny. Like that stalker that the police cannot apprehend.
Write Pain. Write Agony. Write Loss. As extensions of Oneself. My Consorts always waiting on me hand and foot. Swear like a Sail-lore in a Discount Junk store searching for merchandise buried under eons of Mummy dust.
Let’s stop trying to make everyone into Super Heroes. God is well able to speak to me or anyone else regarding the next steps in their lives.
So much judgement in the world and little or No understanding. Why are people such hypocrites? Let’s just shoot out the street lamps with bb guns and pour libation on dancing corpses loitering in the avenues.
Beware the Ides of March for it’s next victim may be you!! Your Brutus is just around the corner waiting. Waiting for your next steps. Don’t think that you can escape because you won’t. Life can take you in directions that you had no plans for.
One may fall asleep under the shade tree outbursts of vipers and snakes slithering through bushes and under the vegetation. Ribald. Psychological bullshit.
Let the talking donkey bring the professors salvation. Asses on two legs arrayed in bright robes. Dazzled by brilliance. Suckled on lies.
Fluidity of UnGuarded Moments
Keep in mind the Mole People. The homeless who live within the NYC subway system. They once were babies. They once had what we choose to call normal lives but now they must live underground hidden from the denizens of the day. Emerging only when necessity beckons. Not so much difference between you or the sewer people. The Rat Tribe is here to stay. Like a piece of unclaimed luggage going around in circles on the carousel.
Live your truth but don’t be critical of others truths for their are many truths within this multi-dimensional existence.
Alice Faye Tribute- “You’ll Never Know”
In the End Augusta, Frida and Georgia Won.
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Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 