An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


African Creatures in Fantasy and Fiction

http://fantasy-faction.com/2016/the-creatures-in-the-shadows-west-africa


Angels are Celestial Higher level beings from God. Whereas Elves and Fairies are terrestrial creatures who must pray for Guidance from God. They assist in maintaining this Earthly Realm.


My brother Stephen who has Autism is a True Angel. As you can see Stephen operates on a much Higher Heavenly Level. Stephen life view is gifted from Above.




An African Elfin Fairy Communing with Nature



For Us of the African Diaspora



Myself The Inner City African Fairy Elf is Artist of the Month for April at The Daily Press Coffee Shop located at 38 Somers Street, Brooklyn, New York.


Stephen at the Queen’s Special Olympics many years ago


My brother Stephen who has Autism at the Queen’s Special Olympics many years ago.

It used to be held at St. John’s University in Jamaica, Queens.


No more. Those opportunities are long gone. Stephen Loved earning his Medals. He was proud of his medals and would wear them for several days in a row.


What happened you might ask? Budget cuts are what happened. Loss of funding means loss of opportunities for those who have Autism or other developmental disabilities. However through your donations you have the Power to change this picture for Stephen and others like him.


Those of you who have been following my Blog Posts over several years know about my Autism Activism and Dedication to the cause. I have spent months calling politicians, Elected officials, Community Leaders, etc….


Along with representatives from Queens Centers for Progress which is Stephen Group Home we have been up to Albany to meet with lawmakers. I’ve protested, Marched and demonstrated in the freezing cold to get funding returned to those who need it the most.


My brother Stephen has and always is my #1 priority. I put him before all my Needs, Dreams, wants, desires and wishes. That will never change. My Life is totally devoted to advocating not just for Stephen but for every disabled person in my Community.


Please give.

https://app.mobilecause.com/vf/QCPFOOTSTEPS/DeborahPalmer


Walking for Progress


Walking for Progress


If you would like to Sponsor me for my QCP 5K Walk on Saturday, March 30th you can either access the Link or you can send your donations via PayPal at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com.

Stephen and I Thank you.

I will add your name to Our Supporters List.



Stephen Loves M&Ms. In some of the photos he’s in the M&Ms Zone.


Pause for Thoughts


Pause for Thoughts


This week’s True Highlight


For me this week’s true Highlight happened at the local laundromat in conversation with the mother of a 15 year old son who has Autism. Mostly me listening as She detailed her battles with the City, State, Department of Education, and Housing plus having to work full time. Once I told her that my brother Stephen has Autism and I shared a few photos She felt more at ease to unburden herself.

Periodically She had to call her Son via cellphone to make sure that he got on the school bus. She discussed her hopes and dreams for her Son, Daily Challenges and not enough family support. Her parents the boys grandparents do help but they are getting up in age.

I would guess Her to be in Her late 40s and just like any other young woman She occasionally likes to go out after work to relax with coworkers. However despite the fact that she pre cooks meals that can be easily microwaved her family members who Live in the same building don’t heat the boys food for him resulting in the young man calling his Mother all evening meaning No down time or relaxing for Mom.

I could tell that She is Overwhelmed. In terms of trying to care for my brother Stephen I’m overwhelmed but you must disregard your issues and try to figure out what to do and which way to go.

In August the boy stays with his Dad in the Caribbean. Mom’s only break.

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No self care. Self care is a joke if you have a developmental disabled child or sibling because even if you don’t Live with the person you are on call 24/7/365. That’s why I personally don’t take any long term or far away trips.

This Mom lives in Public Housing and receives Section 8 which is a city program that provides housing vouchers to low income People. Now this is the type of Housing that this Mom and Her Autistic Son endure, falling ceilings, leaks, broken toilets, peeling paint etc… Yes this is how the city treats this hard working Mom. In New York City you can work yet not be able to afford proper housing.

She also has to instruct her son on how to deal with school bullies. Bullying is a big problem in American schools and bullies pick on any child who looks or acts different.

As far as the Department of Education is concerned they are quick to disqualify your child from much needed services and programs.

Even though I am not Stephen Mom as a sibling who has attended numerous meetings over the last 30+ years it’s a constant battle against budget cuts.

Also I’m getting older and you all know what that means. I choose Not to discuss any of my health or medical problems because #1 this Blog is not a pity party and my health issues are nobody’s Business but mine. However obviously as you age there are less and less things you can do meaning that lately I miss more meetings. Not a complaint but a true realistic statement.

For those of you who have been with me for a while you know that I’m constantly on the phone to our Elected officials trying to get programs and services restored. You know that both Stephen and I along with an advocacy group went up to Albany which is the New York State Capitol where Governor Cuomo resides to meet with as many Elected officials as possible. You also remember a few years ago when on a cold March day I joined myself to a demonstration to protest against budget cuts. We protested in front of Governor Cuomo Office in Manhattan.

Oh Yes I can relate so well to this Mother’s struggle for Her Son. The lack of services for both caregivers and family members who have developmental disabilities. For us there is no respite.


We folded our clothes put the laundry into our respective shopping carts. Talked a little more outside in the cold and this Mom looked so sad that we had to part ways. Each to our own block. Each returning to our own individual struggles and hardships but knowing that at least for a little while we were not alone in Our battles.