My Story and Cerebral Palsy 2 Page 2b of 8
A good example of how bad things were for me was the time I was accused of beating up another kid with my crutches. We were coming back from PE (which I was not allowed to participate in, only watch) at the time. I had gotten an early start back towards the classroom because I was slower then the others. There were about four others in the classroom at the time when an argument ensued between two other boys. The argument led to one of them throwing their book bag at the other. During the fight, my crutches got kicked out from under my desk. Just before the teacher walked in with the other students, the two boys stopped and sat back down. I was trying to get my crutches back under my desk when the teacher asked what had been going on. One of the boys told the teacher that I had accused him of trying to trip me and in retaliation; that I had hit him in the stomach with one of my crutches. The three others in the room at the time did not defend me. I was sent to the office and given a weeks detention. There was also another incident about two months later. During lunch, the kid I sat across from kicked me. Because the lunchroom seats were those types that are all chained together and very narrow, whenever I sat down at one of them I had to hold on to the edge of the table to keep from loosing my balance and crashing to the floor. At the time the kid kicked me from under the table, I was not holding on to the table. In addition, I had a fork full of applesauce. The sauce went all in my face and I hit the floor. When I finally got up off the floor, I threw the fork at him, but it missed and hit a girl standing in line about five feet from the table. We both were told to go to the office and explained what happened to the principal. The boy flat-out denied that he kicked me and said that I tried to throw the fork at him because I thought he said something about me that I didn't like. In my defense I tried to recruit a girl that I knew who saw what really happen. She told the principal that she did not see anything, but others told her that I started it all. As a result, I got suspended for a week. After all the bad experiences I went through during this time, I began to wonder if this was what the rest of my life was going to be like. I was so tired of being left out of everything. I used to always go to my room and cry and ask "why me?" What did I ever do to deserve my disability? I was tired of being blamed, picked on, ignored by girls, and all those other things that happen in life for those of you with CP or another disability that know what I'm talking about. Well, a few years have passed and things have changed mostly for the better. I have since accepted my disability and do not let it hinder me. I try to do everything on my own, but I realize that I can't do everything. Things definitely improved when I got to college. Most people don't care about someone's physical impairments. However, there are still a few that make a big deal out of it. Well now that I have finally graduate from college, I’m looking for a job. Unfortunately, it hasn't being going to well. I even drove 240 miles roundtrip one time only to get a resounding NO for employment. Five different companies have turned me down. I hope this isn't a bad sign. I'm going to keep trying though and pray things will work out. You would think that somebody with advanced computer skills, that people would be knocking down my door to hire me. You know I herd the other day that looking for a job is the absolute worst job in the world. I am beginning to believe it. UPDATE: (09/01/00) I have now found a job after just about giving up all hope. I am a Programmer II for the Administrative Office of Courts. Things are going pretty well. I'm having to get back on a schedule again after almost a year from graduating. I have to do 110 miles a day to and from work, but I am hoping to move closer before the first of the year. I am leaning the ends and out of the job world so its at least good experience. There are already nights I've had to work late to try and get things done. So I guess I'm getting a full dose of everything. GO TO: My Writings (3) |