I couldn’t find a short enough way to comment on Five Blondes- Disabilities Are Not Uncool, so I figured this warranted a post of its own.
I’d like to pride myself on being accepting and understanding. Yes, I’m one of those liberal Californians.
I don’t use the words “retarded” or “gay” as insults. They’re not politically correct, they’re not insults, and words like that hurt so many people. Likewise, I do not believe in using the N-word ever. It’s an insult to an entire race. Blacks did not choose to be enslaved. People with mental disabilities did not choose to have them.
Erica was absolutely right. Having epilepsy is not something to joke about. In 7th grade, there was a guy in several of my classes who I assume had epilepsy. He was on medication and had it under control until puberty hit and I guess the medicine was no longer doing the job it needed to. As far as I know, no one knew about his condition until he had a seizure in the middle of science. No one had any idea what was going on, and yeah, we were all pretty freaked out and scared. That wasn’t the last seizure he had during school that year. One day during P.E. he was hit by a dodgeball and had another seizure. I remember at least one person crying. You couldn’t be in a class when one of the seizures occured and not be shaken up by it. I’m sure no one would have considered it a laughing matter. And if someone had joked about it, I’m sure they would have had to deal with an angry mob.
One of my friends had… I’m not entirely sure what it was, but it was some sort of tumor like thing in her brain. I didn’t know her until after this. It caused her to have seizures and she had surgery for it. This messed up her senior year. As a result, she’s currently in her second year of community college and is now in the mindset where she’s scared of transferring to a regular college. I’ll also never forget how she complained about not being able to do a forward roll because she was afraid she would hit her head. Of course, she also thought I was from Afghanistan when I’m half Caucasian and half Japanese.
So no, I don’t think epilepsy is a laughing matter.
November- Day 23
December 2, 2009 Leave a comment
Is my blog broken or what? I feel a little bad having started the Comment for a Comment group on NaBloPoMo and then…not receiving the comments I was hoping for. Of course, I haven’t been the most dedicated commenter either. This week I’ll go through the group list and start commenting it up. Maybe that’ll inspire some people. And hopefully reading this post will complete the job.
As of yesterday I’m at 34,292. Still, sadly, behind the goal, but I’m getting there. I managed to crank out 2,000 words last night. I’m hoping to hit 3,000 one day this week, but we’ll see. Don’t want to jinx it.
Maybe I don’t get comments because people can’t relate to my life. I am younger than the average NaBloPoMo-er. I don’t fit into the large majority (or what seems to be the majority) of bloggers. I’m not in my 20’s and I’m not married. I’m just a 16 year old who is now the third wheel to her best friend and former crush. I can’t drive without a parent. I don’t have a credit card or a job (yet).
But still, I’m not that far apart from all those happily marrieds. They were me not too long ago. And just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean your life has changed that much.
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