tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150898704062432412008-07-03T16:05:15.291-06:00Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-22757374858117038892008-07-03T15:37:00.004-06:002008-07-03T15:41:46.137-06:00

This is shameful (and that's an understatement). Our close friend Kelly lives in the building at the address where this violence is taking place. Kelly gets around in a power wheelchair. The apartment building that she lives in is for people with disabilities and apparently someone has decided that since they are more vulnerable than the rest of the population that they would be a good target for

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I feel so bad that I have not added to my blog in so long. A comment made on my blog today about us moms of kids with disabilities sticking together gave me the push I needed. Thanks Twxee :) So, Raven is going back to school!!! Her last year in school was 2nd grade and she will be starting 6th grade in the fall. The turn around was when we finally got on the right track about a diagnosis for

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-9707941107161827722007-06-06T00:43:00.000-06:002007-06-06T01:35:51.463-06:00

I've noticed, over the years, that there are certain types of personalities that work best with my daughter. Obviously this is true for everyone - we all clash with some and get along perfectly with others. This is also true for kids with disabilities.....However, kids with disabilities also need an extra quality in their friends. I don't know if you need a nurturing quality or just more empathy

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Something my daughter said the other day got me to thinkin' I always feel bad when people want her to go with them to places that I know are not that accessible or that would be too scary for her to do. Some things like amusement parks are not as much about accessiblity as they are about her anxiety and how she would never even get on the carousel. Over Memorial Day weekend we had friends over

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This one really has me stumped and I've been thinking a lot about it lately. OK, here's an example - Say you have known someone for a period of time and not only do you really like them, but you also find them to be very moral, ethical, etc. Then one day this person makes some racist statement and shocks the hell out of you. I don't know what I am supposed to do with this. It keeps bouncing

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The response I got to my last post, about birthday parties and how much that means to a mom whose child is different and doesn't get invited to a lot of things - well, that made me think about how many things we all take for granted. There's many things I take for granted and don't even realize. I do however have the blessing of not taking some things for granted because they are things that we

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If you have a child with a disability the number might be low...depending on a lot of things of course. My daughter has not been invited to her cousin's (2) birthday parties in years. I'm feeling like she only went once to each and it was 5 or 6 years ago (they didn't live nearby before that). These 2 girls are my brother's girls and the youngest is 6 months younger than Raven and the oldest is

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-9685888951500267662007-03-25T01:31:00.000-06:002007-03-25T03:19:15.538-06:00

OK, so the number sounds shocking, but I guess when you figure that the divorce rate for your average whoever is around 50% anyway.....well, either way 80% of couples ending in divorce is a lot. My husband and I have always suffered from depression, so I can't really compare this blissful time before Raven was born and then some huge contrast afterward. Anyway, going from no kids to having a

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I had trouble wording that title to grasp the ideas I have in my head. Hopefully in this post I will get around to making my thoughts clear. I have been e-mailing back and forth with a friend about racism and he mentioned having a positive attitude and that how you carry yourself and the positive vibe you give off really draws "the good stuff" to you. I comepletely agree because we all know the

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When I was 15 my parents got divorced and my mother and I moved to South Carolina to live with my brother. My brother was in the Marines and was stationed there at the time. He rented a 2 room "house" on a plantation, outside of town. My brother liked it because the rent was cheap and there was good fishing and he was away from everything. The "house" he rented was actually one of the slaves

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-27976487898107710672007-03-05T02:35:00.000-06:002007-03-05T03:07:14.350-06:00

I come from a family who did not spend a lot of time talking about people of color...negative or positive. I suppose that it was mostly because we always lived in small towns or in a rural area and it was really always white. I did hear comments from other kid's parents from time to time and I think I just thought that they were entitled to their point of view and I never really judged it as

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-31461235936436756952007-02-24T01:05:00.000-06:002007-03-05T03:08:32.462-06:00

I just thought I'd mention something which will be no news to anyone with a physical disability. A couple days ago my daughter, myself and her PCA all went to Marshalls. They have very old doors and have to be pulled open (which is even harder than pushing since you can't use your chair to push the door open). On the ouside of the door there is a big sticker that has a disability or wheelchair

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OK, so today something came up that made me think about how much I should expect people to go out of their way (if that's what you want to call it) for dd and I. There are a few of us on a board, online that are starting a social group for those of us who are on the board and local. It is all moms and kids who homeschool or unschool. Well, we have it all set up to meet for the first time next

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-70630145936090233882007-02-07T01:24:00.000-06:002007-03-05T03:12:05.870-06:00

Well, I will say that I guess it was a success for what it was. DD said all the way there that there would be no tapping her teeth with the pointy thing (which she calls the tippy tappy tool). Apparently she remembered this from 3 yrs ago when we went. She also said no big light over her but just a flashlight. The tech that came to talk to me was so nice that I thought everything might go really

Judehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208744775747486285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115089870406243241.post-43042233023522370122007-02-06T02:08:00.000-06:002007-02-06T02:56:49.910-06:00

Well, this is my first attempt at blogging - I feel like either an old lady or just a 30-something who is out of the loop. It's like being one of the rare people who doesn't have a cell phone by now :) and the way things are going - an ipod. (I happen to have both, but the blogging obviously came later) So, I just turned 35 and for some reason this number has been a big deal to me - who knows

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