Saturday, May 26, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Talking and understanding are not mutally exculsive
Lets say a genius who spoke Latin were to come to the United States. Now lets just say for the sake of the argument that there was no one elese who spoke Latin. Is the genius still a genius. Of course many people would say he just needs needs to learn English. Well what if there was a person who could not speak at all and had no device, could he be a genius?
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It angers me as a person living with a speech delay when I hear someone who has no speech due to disabilities, especially CP, and do not have any device and are placed as limited intellecual ability. It really angers me because the person does not have a opportunity to prove there intellengence one way or the other. Why am I pissed off let me tell you my story.
bookgal princess and az We were so cute |
I was born September 1991 a month prematurely resulting in mild Cerebral Palsey. As a newborn I could not suck from a bottle to well a feeding tube was placed though my thoat so I could eat. When my parents took me home I had a hard time breast feeding and my mom had to pump her milk out and put it in a bottle. My mussles were soo weak that feeding took forever.
When I was a toddler I had diffculty communicating. I leaned sign langue to comincate. I remeber saying and signing craker in the kitchen. Useing signing I was able to express my wants and needs until my speech came along.
With me and my speech imparment repeating words is frustrating espacaly when no one understands me. I hear myslef specaking clearly, My mind makes the ideas and the words that come out are fuzzy. I rember saying answers in class being told I was wrong and someone said the same thing and got it right. That means that I got the anser right.
Now for me I have a voice . Its not the best but its a voice. As frustrated as I must feel it must be ten times more frustrating for people without a voice. I feel for those people and can not igmane being inside and not having a way to commicate and because of not being able to comincate getting llabled as worthless. Having the school system write you off being isolated from your peers. Being talked to in a high pitch voice every day when you are not a kid. Then because of your phiscal limitations being labled as being as smart as a toddler. That is not fair nor is it right. I know all about history understand spainsh and english have a talent for writing can play chess yet I can not say the L R K G sound esaly. Does that me not smart no. Now igmane if i could not talk or had a device yes I would not be able to write read and play chess not because I was not smart but because i had not had the oppertunites to learn. If you are reading this and have a child who can not communicate my advice is to go to the ends of the earth for your kid, Buy the i pads the dynvoxs help your child find their voice. If your the parent or know someone whoes older who can not commmicate do the same thing. The sonner you get it the better but do not give up on an older person in fact you need to get the information them faster to make up for loss time. In the meantime contiue talking to the person as would with a person as there cronolical age. ( So obsouly talk to a baby like a baby
All pepole deves a chance to connect with others. It does not matter how smart they are everyone wants to connect with others. Think about it this way if the person is said to have an intellecual disablity and you talk to them about stuff that is to hard for them then they it will be to hard, but if the child is smart but has not fond their voice they will obseve it like a sponge. Please remeber speech is very conplex and hard but the spoken word is the end result. The process may still be in place.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
an essay I wrote for class on my mom
Shortly after Rosa Parks gave up her seat, a vice chancellor was born; however, when she was younger no one could have imagined it because they were female, African American and lived in the same state that the Boycott took place in, Alabama. This is my own mother who had to overcome insurmountable odds to get to where she is today and this is her story.
My mom was born on a June day. She is daughter of . My grandmother was a country girl who was the daughter of sharecroppers, a system developed by former slave owners in which black people who got very little money for the crops they produced and were trapped on the land. My grandma was born in the 30’s during the depression which made it especially hard for her family to get ahead. My Grandfather lived on the farm in Alabama which his grandfather, who was freed by the slaves as a had bought.
My mom was brown in a time period where her mom was inevitably referred to as a girl and her dad was always a boy. Because of the color of their skin, my grandparents endured segregation. In my mom’s neighborhood was all black and whenever my mom went to town with her mom she was exposed to the bomb mine of the ways of white people. My mom remembers asking my grandmother why she had to cross the street for white people. My mom remembers hearing my grandmother telling her about that at work, as a cook she was forced to go through the back door. her job as a cook for white people, yet home was still home for my mother. When she was born she already had four siblings, that all attended segregated schools, to look out for her. My mom also grew up with both set of grandparents to look out for her.
The pivotal movement that would allow my mom and her siblings to reach their fullest potential came when my grandpa moved the family to California. It came shortly after my mom turned five. My grandpa moved the family because he was in the military and had to pick between Texas and California. He chose California because he had already had relatives there. I am forever grateful that my grandpa chose California because without that choice I would not be here.
One day when my grandma was helping my mom study she told her that she could be a doctor because she was so smart. My mom did not actually believe her. Even though my mom could attend the public school in California she had never thought that she could be a doctor because there were no African American doctors in Sacramento. Still life was good in the state capital. My grandma and grandpa became really busy when they moved to California. Grandpa continued to work at McClellan Air Force Base in North Highlands. My grandmother, who knew that education was the key to a better future, got her teaching credential while raising her five kids and working. By the time my mom graduated from high school after three years she already had siblings that had been in the college system. My mom decided to go to University of the Pacific in Stockton which was close to her parents and little brother, who is a decade younger than she.
The future vice chancellor of diversity for UCSF graduated from UOP she went to medical school at UCSF. She spent a year in Los Angles, yet she would return to UCSF for her residency. In residency one of her black professors encourage her to go into academic medicine. This choice would ground her for a very long time.
In residency my mom met a handsome half white half Mexican man who was the eldest of six children. He also had an interesting story. This man, my father, was a wise soul who loved to read. He was from a poor family and was born in Oregon. He was the only person to graduate from high school. He also came with a little boy, from his first marriage, who was cute funny and enjoyed Ninja Turtles and baseball. Although my father was a different race and had a kid, she fell in love and the couple soon got married.
Shortly after my parents married. The best thing that happened to them was born. I was born a few months shy of their one year anniversary. I was the first child that my mother had actually carried around for eight months, I was born prematurely. When I was born Natalie Cole’s “Unforgettable” was playing in the delivery room. My mom had thought that that song was predicting the unforgettable stuff that I would do. It turned out that it was the song both mother and daughter would live up to.
A year after I was born doctors told my parents that I had Cerebral Palsy. My mom got me all the help I needed, yet she never gave up her work. I was joined by two little sisters that would serve as good teachers for me as I got older, but until then that meant she had three little kids at home the eldest had disabilities. Most people would have given up their jobs to care for their disabled toddler, but my mom never did take off more than she had . During this time my mom worked at two sites, taking care of patients and doing research, Mymom and dad found the best nanny’s to care for us and they would assume all parental duties during the day. Growing up I wished that my mom had been a Stay at home mom, yet I am glad she did not because America needed her to work.
When I was seven years old it was the down of a new millennium and the first time that my mother would become a leader who championed the rights of minorities, That year she would become chief of staff at UCSF. Soon after that she was promoted to associate dean of the medical school. She would be a there for a while. She also became involved in her community outside the hospital. She joined the Commission on disabilities and the compassion on the status of women. She also started began to travel a lot. When I was in middle school my mom began traveling to Washington DC to be on the board on women in medicine and science, The national board challenges the fact that not a lot of women are in leadership roles yet they were more women in medicine. All of this meant travelling advocating and doing countless hours of writing and practicing long into the night.
In the fall of 2010 my mom interviewed for the vice chancellor of diversity. She got the position. My family and I were so excited. Last January we went to a ceremony honoring her work. Going to the event made me realize her impact that she had in her professional life. She became the first female African American vice chancellor in the University of California system. During that time my mom has implemented programs that improve the diversity at UCSF .
Mom is a hard worker, She began working at the age of 16 and has not looked back since. Renee is so wonderful and amazing. She has won numerous of awards and recognition . My mom has shown me that with hard work anything is possible. She has shown me the racism can be overcome and we must keep fighting until everyone has a fair shot at life. She is my mom and I am so honored that her blood runs through my veins. When I think of her accomplishments I feel proud to call her my mom. She has showed me through her actions, those are bigger than words, anyone can make a difference in the lives of others.
Happy mothers day to al the mom's out there
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Able to Go to college Episode one : AZ's new backpack
So this is the first episode of Able to go to college. The video says week two because I did not film the first week of school :(. Now on with the post.
Now these days there are a lot of different types of backpacks. Some are rolling while some are a shoulder bag Some ladies carry there stuff in a purse. For me I need a backpack because due to NLD I am vary disorganized in fact some people have called me.
A Tornado |
And people have also called my backpack a
A BLACK HOLE |
the day I got my orange backpack summer 2010 |
So earlier in the week my dad and I went on a mad backpack hunt. We went all over but no such luck because I am picky . I went looking at my book store in my college. I found two backpacks of the same modal but different colors. I ended up picking the blue one. I got on the bus thinking that I was going home .but I got on the wrong bus. The bus went near by my old school so I was not worried. I called my dad because he was home but the plumber was at our house so he sent Princess and she came to get me.
Got images from
Tornado
http://dir.coolclips.com/Nature/Natural_Disaster/Tornadoes/cartoon_tornado_CoolClips_natu0206.jpg
Black hole
http://www.dailygalaxy.com/.a/6a00d8341bf7f753ef0168e55ba4a3970c-800wi
Captions were done with help from Carolyn Fiory
Sunday, April 15, 2012
girls with autism
Hay guys missed me I was on spring break more on this latter but anyway I saw this interesting video what are your thoughts
Friday, March 30, 2012
CP Awarness Month Highlights
Another month has come and gone. This has been a fun month with me blogging weekly. I like it and it has not hurt my academics at all. I took a bio test today and got a 96%, and no I did not pay the professor.
I told you about Able to go to college. The series is coming soon. Maybe next week.
Connotation and Denotation faced off in this post .
I got some news about my grades.
I re posted about LM for Down Syndrome day
IT was CP Awareness Day and I thought of some ways that having a disabled child was easier than a average one
Guest Posts
Laura sharing Seth's story
Stacey Menz talking about PT and CP
What were some of your favorite post from this month.
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