Monday, June 29, 2020

About

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I started Tonia Says in 2014 and the last time I shared an About Me post was in 2015, so clearly, it's time for an update.

So...some things about me:

Loves: Tara, coffee, chocolate, candles, Great British Baking Show, reading out loud with friends, Brooklyn Duo, Disney music, soft things and sloths.


[Image: Tonia in a new fleece lined jacket with stuffed sloths]

Talents (According to Loved Ones): Writing, friendship, being specific about expectations, validating / empathizing / listening, inclusion, sharing my heart / experiences, honesty, self care, advocacy, educating people on CP, ableism and disability, social media  and making time for people.

Primary Love Language:  Quality Time (32%), Acts of Service (29%) Words of Affirmation (23%), Receiving Gifts (13%), Physical Touch (3%)

Myers Briggs: ISFJ (The Nurturer)

Enneagram: Type 9w1 (The Dreamer)

Hogwarts House:  Ravenclaw

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We Belong: Chapter 26

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4 minute read

BAKING & A BIG OOPS
(Jesse)

I make it into a game.  That’s the only way I can keep not talking to Lexie about what's really going on.  

It’s been fourteen days.  

Every day I go without talking to her about the secret club, I get ten points.  The more points I get, the stronger I imagine my courage to talk gets.  So far I haven’t told Lexie about the secret club for two weeks.  I’m not so great at math, but I use a calculator, and that means my talking courage has gone up more than one-hundred percent.  I should definitely be able to talk now.  It’s a good thing, too, because I’m about to be put to the test.

Dad took Lexie and Seth to the latest Disney movie.  Mom is at home with me.  I didn’t feel like going to the movies.  Mostly, that’s because I’d really want to talk to Lexie during the movie, and I can’t risk my secret spilling out.  

I have to keep reminding myself that I’m mad at Lexie.  First she was mad at me but now we are both mad at each other.  She didn’t even help when Sophia was picking on me in Sunday school.  If she doesn’t care about me, then I won’t care about her.  But it’s really hard not to care about someone who’s actually your best friend.  So why is she acting so mean?

“What do you say we bake some cookies?” Mom asks.

“Sure,” I say, but I’m not even that excited.  When I bake with Mom, there’s usually a disaster.  Like, one time she added way too much baking soda, and the cookies tasted like Dad’s socks.  I’d always rather bake with Dad but I don’t want to hurt Mom’s feelings.

She’s getting stuff ready in the kitchen when she glances at me.  

“Jesse.  Is everything okay?  You seem quiet lately.”

I shrug.

“I haven’t seen the boys around here for a while.  Did you guys have a fight?” 

“No.”

 “Oh.  Well, why don’t you call them and ask if they want to bake some cookies with us?”

I swallow.  My family calls Connor and Shane “the boys.”  I haven’t seen them for fourteen days either.  It feels like forever.  But Mom will know something is up if I don’t call them and at least ask if they want to come over.

The first time I call, somebody picks up and hangs up right away.  I think it must be a mistake and I call again.  This time, I can hear Shane arguing with Connor.

“Don’t, Connor!  We don’t have to do everything she says!  Jesse, are you still there?”

“Yeah…  My mom wants to know if you guys wanna come over.  We’re baking cookies.”

I hear noise on the other end, like Shane and some other people are talking.  Then the phone gets picked up again by Connor.

“Okay, but Sophia’s here, too, so she’s coming with us.”

Uh-oh, I think.  What did I just do?

[Image: A yellow Post-It says OOPS in blue letters]


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Questions for Discussion:

If you had the choice between movies or baking, which would you pick?

Have you ever accidentally invited someone over who you did not want to see?  How did you feel?

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Saturday, June 27, 2020

Summer Blog Series 2020: When Nondisabled Parents Focus On Milestones

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We hope you’ve been enjoying our summer series on therapy.

So far, we’ve covered When Everything Is Therapy, When Therapy Is Chosen For Us and When Walking Is Overvalued.

This week, Tara and I will cover When Nondisabled Parents Focus on Milestones.  (Additionally, we’ll talk about where parents and doctors fit in if and when therapy is voluntary, how a nondisabled parent’s ownership mentality can impact disabled children and the cultural disconnect that exists between nondisabled parents and disabled children.)

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Ideally, therapy should be voluntary, and disabled people should be able to choose it for ourselves and determine our own goals.  Where do parents / doctors fit in here, especially with regard to disabled children? 

Tonia:  I think the key here is that there needs to be conversation / communication between a parent and the child about what the child wants.  And I think that’s often what’s missing.

Tara: Right. Additionally, nondisabled parents will want to seek the support and advice of adults with their child’s disability. The input these adults will have is invaluable. Often, nondisabled parents will be going solely on doctor’s advice. In doing so, it can be easy to miss cultural subtleties within the disability community.

Tonia: I think parents / doctors fit in if it’s a life and death situation.  Whatever medical intervention values life is an obvious choice.  Beyond that?  I feel, frankly, like doctors / parents overestimate their role.

Tara: A collaborative approach (child, parent, doctor, same-disability adults) should be considered with the child’s needs, wants and consent a central part of that collaboration. Nondisabled parents should also consider same-disability adults’ thoughts and opinions as a major part of the conversation.

Tonia: I like the collaborative approach idea, but I can’t help thinking that most of the power would still lie with the doctors and nondisabled parents.  When it should be child-centered, and with clear respect for the culture and the disabled adult who’s also consulting.

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Talk about nondisabled parents’ focus on milestones and measuring their kids against other kids as a reflection of their own worth.

Tonia:  I think it makes sense, in a way.  Nondisabled parents feel a camaraderie with other nondisabled parents.  They’re now a part of a new community, and it’s a new part of their identity.  They’re finding their footing in this new place and trying to gain a sense of belonging, perhaps.

Tara: It’s only natural to make comparisons. However, it is unfair to measure disabled children against their nondisabled peers. Children learn and accomplish things on their own timeline - and some things will be super difficult or impossible.

[Image: A baby in a high chair in front of a number 2.  He's holding a spoon and smiling.  He looks ready for some birthday cake]


Viewing a child’s accomplishments as an extension of a parent or caregiver’s worth is problematic but common. Viewing a disabled child’s accomplishments as their parents can have additional impact. (Disabled children used as props in “inspirational” videos that can then further the superparent / burden mentality. Conversely, a disabled child may receive harsh and undue punishment for being unable to achieve nondisabled milestones on a nondisabled timeline - or ever.)

Tonia: Right.  The danger comes when a parent’s child is viewed as an extension of that parent and not as an actual human being.  Disabled children, in particular, are vulnerable to this.

The danger comes when the parent feels like a child’s progress toward milestones is an achievement they can own, or a cross that they must bear.

Little thought, if any, is given to how this type of ownership mentality impacts disabled kids.

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How does this type of ownership mentality impact disabled children?

Tara: To put it plainly, this mentality can make a child feel like a thing instead of a person.

Tonia:  I can only speak for myself, but being raised in many ways as an extension of nondisabled parents (or even a mirror for them) led to many unsafe situations, because of the exact situation you mentioned, Tara.

There were some things I grew up simply unable to do.  I shared one in a review of The Fosters:

Once, when I was around twelve, I was forced to practice walking with one crutch.  (I typically used two.  But had managed to get pretty good at using just one, assuming there was no pressure and I used the crutch with my left arm.)  This time, though, there was considerable pressure.  Anger that I had not been practicing enough.  So after everybody left the table in the dining room, I was made to stay and walk back and forth.

Nervousness at being watched made my legs and my right arm tense up even more than usual.  Which made walking even more difficult.  Then, I was given an empty, plastic Tupperware and made to carry that in my right (spastic) hand.  The pressure of being watched on top of the motor planning it took to keep my balance with one less mobility aid and keep moving forward, and carry that Tupperware was too much.  

I dropped the Tupperware.  

Soon after, I hit my knees.

It was just too much to do all at once.

I was pulled to my feet by my hair and screamed at.  Blamed, for the way my body naturally reacted to stress and fear.

I don't remember ever practicing walking with one crutch again.

I felt total terror, and gladly fled when I was finally sent from the room.

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Tonia:  One might argue, “What does this have to do with a series on therapy?  Or ownership?  Why are you talking about such awful things?”

Because a child’s grownups do not typically emotionally, verbally and physically assault children they respect and love.  However, if they see the child as lesser because of disability, for example, it becomes easier to dehumanize that child.

This is further complicated, because often, disabled children need help for longer than nondisabled children.  Sometimes needing help can mean, we are subjected to abuse even as adults.

In fact, I was fully grown when an older adult in my life took one look at what I was wearing (cute jeans and a green university tee shirt) and demanded:

"Why are you wearing that when I just got you two nice new shirts?"

"I already wore them."

"You can wear them more than once!"

"I did. I wore them twice. I sweated all over them."

"You need to dress up. Tee shirts are okay around the house, but when you go out, you need to wear something nice.  I'm going to stop at home.  You need to pick out something of mine to wear.  You're not going out like this."

I thought they were kidding until they literally drove to their house, parked, and I was standing in their room as they took out half a dozen clingy, low-cut, short shirts.

"Pick something else."

"Are you serious?" I asked, still unable to wrap my mind around what's happening.  I had an appointment to get my hair cut, not a job interview.  

"Yes, I'm not taking you unless you change."

My only option was a bright pink, low cut shirt (because it was the longest one and my jeans were on the baggy side.) 

I felt humiliated as a pulled off my tee shirt and put on the other.  I never dressed in pink.  I felt uncomfortable with clothing that showed I had a shape.  But that didn't matter.  Because once I was in approved attire, they were happier:

"See? If you just wear something like this - something more form-fitting - you'll feel better about yourself."

I didn't mention that I already felt fine about myself.

The truth was, my changing clothes was not about me at all.

It made the adult in my life feel better about me.  I was viewed as an extension of this person and forced to reflect them, even in dress, in order to get where I needed to go.

I was 27 years old, and I still had no choice in the most basic decision: to wear a tee shirt and jeans to a hair salon.

Words can’t really adequately explain the damage instances like this do.  

As an adult, I was keenly aware of what was happening, but again, not in a position where I had any power in the dynamic.  I had to change clothes.  I was dependent on this person to get where I needed to go.

It’s deeply damaging, knowing that adults who are supposed to love you and care for you, instead hate you and despise you.  Knowing how badly they want a different child...how much they want you to change...and being unable to.

That futility is terrifying.  Because if I cannot be changed, what’s the alternative?

Living in such a constant state of fear is draining.

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Talk a little about disabled culture and about the cultural disconnect between nondisabled parents and disabled kids:

Tonia:  The cultural disconnect is huge for disabled kids being raised by nondisabled parents.  Because often, the parent is unaware that their disabled child even has a culture.  That we achieve milestones right when we are supposed to (and much more in sync with disabled peers than nondisabled).

Instead, as stated above, disabled children are raised in an unfair situation where they / we are expected to keep pace with nondisabled kids and their milestones...when this is often an impossibility, or, at best, massively exhausting.

Tara: I think, to put a finer point on it, nondisabled parents experience a cultural disconnect with disabled adults. More often than not, a disabled child will adopt their parent or caregiver’s culture and worldview. A nondisabled parent, who is usually steeped in societal ableism, is less inclined to believe a disabled adult’s experiences are valid and relevant.

As disabled children grow, we have more opportunities to connect with others like us. Oftentimes, this then creates cognitive dissonance for the disabled person. We tend to come to our community later in life. And when you’re the only person you know who has these experiences, it can feel less like culture and more like isolation.

This can contribute to the high prevalence of anxiety and depression in disabled children.

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Where do you feel parents / doctors fit in here, especially with regard to disabled children? 

How do you feel about nondisabled parents' focus on milestones and how that impacts disabled children?


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Monday, June 22, 2020

We Belong: Chapter 25

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7 minute read

JUST LIKE ME
(Lexie)

TW: Ableism

The worst thing about this Sunday school class is that Jesse and I have to share it with Sophia.  But I can’t even think about that right now.  I can’t even pay attention to how rude Sophia is being to Jesse, taunting him to “Say something!”

Usually, I would be there.  Usually, I would speak up.  Take the pressure off him and get her to talk about My Little Pony because she is obsessed with that.  But now I can’t stop thinking about Mom.

"We don't speak to each other like that."  The Sunday school teacher warns.  (Oh, my goodness.  She's talking to Sophia.)

"He's just my cousin," Sophia says, waving her hand, like cousins don't matter.

"All the more reason to be kind," the Sunday school teacher says back.  "No more of that in my class, Sophia, or you're going to timeout."

Sophia's mouth drops open.  

A boy pokes me.  “Hey.  Why are you and him in those things?”

I ignore him.  It’s the worst, being in class with all younger kids.  At least Seth has his own class.  But honestly, Seth is nicer about our chairs than these kids are being and he is only three.  They could learn some manners from him.

“Eyes up here.  When I was growing up, my first grade teacher taught us MYOBP.  That's short for Mind Your Own Business, Please.” the teacher says.

She’s a grown up but a young one.  She has reddish hair.  She’s handing out coloring sheets for everybody.  I don’t even care about not getting the colors I want.  I just color with whatever ones no one else is using.  It’s a picture of a lamb and a lion.

[Image: Crayons]

I don’t take my time.  I don’t focus.  But it’s not because I don’t want to.  It’s because I can’t.  I can’t stop thinking about what Mom said to uncle Craig.

I hate that Mom is disappointed in me.  

Doesn’t she know I’m trying as hard as I can?  

I do all the exercises even though they make me cry and hurt a lot.  

I walk in my walker even though it takes up every bit of my energy, even to stand up straight and extra to take steps in the super heavy casts.  (We got lighter ones now.  Mine have yellow and pink stripes this time.  Jesse got all purple. I saw in his card from Shane that Shane suggested that.)

It makes me think of how weird Jesse's being.  Not telling me anything.  Ever since Connor and Shane came over and played, it's been happening.  None of them even came in my room to say hi to me.

I shake my head.  It's like I can't hold all the badness.  Shane and Connor ignoring me, plus Mom being disappointed?  It's too much.

I wish I could tell Mom I’m doing my best.  I wish having a kid like me didn’t make her so sad.  I wish I could be okay enough to just belong like everyone else.  But I know even with this surgery that can never happen.  I will always have CP.  I will always be different.  I wonder if anybody knows how much I want to be the same?

I glance up when I hear chairs scraping back from the table.  Class is over, and I’m still holding a black crayon in my hand.  I haven’t even started coloring.  I put it back in the box and leave my picture on the table.  Jesse is gone.  Sophia is gone.  The whole class is empty except...

“I’m Emma,” the Sunday school teacher introduces.  She said her name at the beginning of class, but I wasn’t listening then.

“I’m Lexie,” I say sadly.

“You seem sad, Lexie.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

Emma seems so nice.  I wipe my eyes roughly with my hands and make myself not listen to the niceness.  “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I might,” she says, and pushes back her chair.  And that’s when I see Emma bend down and pick something up from the floor.

Crutches, just like mine at home.

She walks to a chair close to me and I see it.  It’s more than the crutches, which are a boring gray color.  She moves like me, too.  Like her muscles get confused sometimes.  She sits down and  waits, like she has all day, and nowhere to be.  

I want to tell her my crutches are pink.  I want to ask Emma if she has CP like me.  I want to know if Emma’s mom ever felt disappointed that she couldn’t walk like everybody else.  If she ever had to have surgery.  If she knows how hard it is after.  I have so many questions.  I open my mouth to start asking them, and I hear little feet running into the room behind me.

Darn.

“Lex, come on!  Dad says time to go,” Seth calls, running in and grabbing onto my hand.

“Sorry,” I say, as Seth tries to push the huge hospital wheelchair from behind, with big groans.

“This chair is so heavy!  Lexie, you ate too much doughnuts!” Seth grunts.

I laugh, even though I don’t want to, because I know what Seth is saying is the opposite of true.  I’m always the smallest kid in class.  Sometimes, uncle Craig calls me Skinny.

“See you next week?” Emma asks.

“Yeah,” I nod, helping Seth push.  “I hope so.”


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Questions for Discussion:

How do you think Jesse feels when Sophia is making fun of him, trying to make him talk?

Have you ever met an adult like you?  How did you feel?



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Sunday, June 21, 2020

Getting Older, Father's Day and 100 Days in Quarantine

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5 minute read

I normally have a more focused point in blog post entries, but sometimes life is messy.  Sometimes, three events co-exist at the same time.  Sometimes, this cannot be avoided.

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100 Days in Quarantine:

Tara and I have been quarantining at home since March 14th.

Honestly, it's not much different than the average for me.  (Other than the fact that now, I am not being told that "There's life outside the four walls of my apartment!" and "I need to get out more!" as if life inside a place that's actually accessible is somehow less of a life...)  Now that nondisabled people are in the same boat (or were, until recently, what with stay-at-home orders) perhaps they see that life within their home is just as valid as life outside it.

(And more...because by staying in...we are staying alive.)

The main difference is that Tara gets to be home with me, which is amazing.  (Yes, we're in a pandemic and we are high risk and we have C-PTSD, which means we are extra stressed at times.  But I would much rather be stressed at home with Tara, than deal with the stress of her being at her customer service job.

To that end, it's meant changes.  Some small, like the note on our door, advising the mail carriers to leave packages and we will intercept them ASAP.  Like quarantining packages before opening them.  Like wearing masks to do laundry.  Like baking our own bread, and indulging by purchasing tortillas (the closest thing to actual grocery store bread we can find without going to the store) as a treat.  And some are much bigger, life changes.

So, those are happening.  And they're scary.  And they're necessary.  And we're coping.

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Father's Day:

Maybe you remember Mother's Day is Not For Everyone...and That's Okay.  Maybe you can guess, based on that, that I'm not a super fan of Father's Day, either.

Surprise.  I'm not.

In many ways, Father's Day is harder to deal with than Mother's Day is.  We were born on Father's Day.  It's inextricably tied to us.  And we must, and do, somehow deal with that reality.

So, don't be surprised if I don't share that Father's Day playlist, or participate in that Father's Day hashtag.  Don't be surprised if I hate the fact that there are things called Father's Day Forecasts...

I'll be over here, laying low to avoid the influx of Father's Day posts on social media.  

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Getting Older:

Luckily, there's someone else I can celebrate today. 

My sister.

She's my favorite person.  The person I like, and love, and tell regularly, "I'm so happy I get to live with you."  (Lately, this has evolved into: "Thank you for being my quarantine buddy.")

We read aloud to friends via our Marco Polo app. 

We watch Criminal Minds for relief - to think - "Hey!  Life isn't bad!  At least there's not a serial killer after us!"  We watch Grey's Anatomy two-parters for "nostalgia" and obsess endlessly about how amazing it is that Jordan Fisher was / is in Dear Evan Hansen (special interest, anyone?) 

And we freaking love candles.

[Image: Tara, left, and Tonia, right, smelling our new Cider Mill candle.]

No one who's had a birthday in the last few months has expected to celebrate in the midst of a pandemic...

There's a ton of uncertainty these days...

But there's also joy.

Happy birthday to us.

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Saturday, June 20, 2020

Summer Blog Series 2020: When Walking Is Overvalued

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12 minute read


Last week on our summer blog post series on therapy, Tara and I shared about When Therapy Is Chosen For Us.

This week, we talk about what happens, as disabled people, when walking is overvalued, whether to let a child with CP do what's comfortable for them, whether it's possible to 'nicely intervene' regarding a disabled child's natural gait, and the stunning level of medical trauma kids with CP experience because surgery (like therapy) is often chosen for us.  Because children cannot consent to medical intervention.

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Where is the line between getting kids adaptive equipment / accommodating them, and walking?

Tara: Walking is overvalued. It is seen as a major milestone in development.  One that is recorded, shared and celebrated by family and friends. There are those of us, however, who can’t walk without mobility aids. There are those of us who can’t walk at all. And, because the social norm and expectation is walking (unassisted), it is often the case that kids with disabilities are forced into this less-stable option - with the least amount of support or accommodation possible.

[Image: Tonia, left, and Tara, right, in yellow overalls, being held up, unsmiling.  We were posed for a number of these "standing" pictures before either of us were able to stand or walk.]

Walking is seen as inherently good. Inherently healthy. And yes, there can be many benefits to walking. It is also true though, that walking can be all-consuming. It can be exhausting. It can even be dangerous.

So, where is the line between walking and adaptive equipment? Walking is socially accepted. Oftentimes, it is cheaper (even if braces, a walker or crutches are required). And walking also alleviates the pressure of trying to acquire accessible and affordable housing.

A wheelchair means a major life change. Particularly if it will be a child's primary way to be mobile. Because of this, if a child is physically able to walk, a wheelchair is often seen as a last resort or even as a depressing failure.

However, I think that a child's needs, pain levels, exertion levels, overall stability, as well as their ability to actively participate in and enjoy life should be taken into account when considering mobility devices.  There is no one-size-fits-all option. It should be about the child's comfort and safety first.

Tonia: I think the line is, “Are you willing to accommodate them?”

Not all babies can physically learn to walk.  Those babies have to be accommodated in order to get around at home.  More often (and less discussed), there are babies and children who do have some ability to ambulate on their own.

These babies are often put in PT very early with walking (with or without adaptive equipment) as the goal.  No matter how exhausting walking might be for that baby / child.

Until I moved into accessible housing at 24, every single place I lived was inaccessible.  I believe I was put in therapy and pushed toward using crutches so that I could navigate these inaccessible homes.  My walker was too wide and I was not able to use the stairs with it. I got my first wheelchair just before I turned 8.  It was never allowed in the house.

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When a young child has CP gait (for example), is it best to just let them do what’s comfortable for them and deal with any issues that develop later?

Tonia: In a word?  Yes.  Otherwise it feels like every aspect of our lives is monitored and / or critiqued.  (See: When Everything Is Therapy)

Tara: I think that toe-walking comes as naturally to those with CP as nondisabled gait comes to nondisabled people. It would likely feel fundamentally wrong to be forced to walk in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable style, which is often what can happen when physical therapy is not consensual. This is when we can begin to feel as though we are wrong or flawed.

Usually, I think we as adult humans will seek to address orthopedic issues specifically as they become painful to us. (This is assuming these issues are not also life-threatening, of course.) I don't think it should be so novel to consider that the same consideration be given to disabled children. Address an issue if it's causing physical or emotional pain - either through consensual PT or another consensual medical intervention. (Consent should be given by the child as well as the parent, as soon as they're able to understand the options, with the child's consent being of paramount importance.)

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How do you explain / intervene nicely about a child’s CP gait, posture, or natural way of sitting?  Do you expect this of them only in therapy?  Is there a balance to strike?

Tonia:  Does anybody intervene about nondisabled kids’ gait, posture or natural way of sitting?  No.  It’s respected as comfortable or stable for them.  Not something that is commented on or picked apart.

Kids with CP W-sit because it provides us with a stable base.  When I was a toddler, I was routinely picked up from a W-sit mid-activity, set roughly on my backside and told to, “Sit right.”

(The implication, then, is that how I naturally sat was wrong.)

But sitting the way nondisabled kids sat (with their legs in front of them, or crossed made me feel inherently off-balance and I needed to steady myself with my hands if I sat that way.  Which made playing, or any other activity, near-impossible.

There is always a way to interact with your disabled child short of handling them physically.  I’d advise, in fact, to let them play.  Let them be kids.  Otherwise, they grow up hypervigilant of themselves and their bodies, never able to feel at ease.

With nondisabled kids, interventions only occur if they are in a lot of pain or injured.  If a kid with CP is not experiencing chronic pain, or otherwise injured, let them play.  Deal with any outlying issues as they arise, just like you would a nondisabled child.

Tara: I suggest checking on pain level or discomfort regarding your disabled child’s body. Then, gently suggest alternatives to potentially alleviate pain / discomfort. (Please do not blame.)

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Therapy and surgery often go hand in hand for disabled children, who cannot choose their own medical interventions.  This lack of choice contributes to a stunning level of medical trauma in the disabled community.  Talk about this:

Tara: I’ve endured both life-saving and what might be called elective surgeries. And while both types sucked tremendously, there’s something extra horrible about not being asked for your consent before an elective procedure or surgery. That sense of powerlessness is all-consuming. And that lack of choice, that lack of control is just another facet of compliance culture that makes disabled kids particularly vulnerable to abuse.

Tonia: Like Tara, I’ve experienced both life-saving and “elective” surgeries.  All three of my life-saving surgeries (experienced at 5 days old, and 4 months old respectively) were performed with the aid of paralytic drugs but no anesthesia as was the custom until 1987 on babies 15 months and younger.)

For the most part - if it isn’t a life or death situation - adults get to choose whether or not they consent to surgery.  Children with disabilities (even adults with disabilities sometimes) are not given the same options.

Where, for adults, surgery means one incision, which you take time to heal from, often kids with CP get two or more at a time, starting at very young ages.  I got my first multiple-incision surgery when I was 3 years old.  When I was 10?  I had to somehow cope with the torture of having been operated on 13 places at once.

Related: When I Wanted a Magic Nursery Holiday Baby To Magically Take Away My Surgery

No adult would consent to themselves being operated on in this manner - having more incisions than they have fingers on their hands.  Being cut open from waist to feet.  But often these types of surgeries are recommended for disabled kids.

One surgery (with a single incision) is traumatic for a child with a disability who did not consent.  Now multiply that by two.  By eight.  By thirteen.

Disabled kids have no power in these situations.  We’re forced into sterile rooms while we’re crying or stuck in a freeze response or just doing our best to deal, and then we’re poisoned to unconsciousness, so that our bodies can be cut into.

For what?  So we can put nondisabled people at ease?

Is it any wonder that when I was asked (for the first time) if I consented to an orthopedic surgery at age 12 (to fix a surgeon’s mistake), I said no?

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Where do you feel the line is between getting kids adaptive equipment / accommodating them and walking?

Do you feel a lack of choice regarding surgery (and therapy) plays into a stunning level of medical trauma for people with CP?  

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Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Interview with Tylia L. Flores

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7 minute read

If you've been around Tonia Says for any length of time, you know I love to interview people with CP.

Today, I'm interviewing author and advocate, Tylia L. Flores!

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TONIA SAYS:  For people who aren’t yet familiar with you, what do you want to share about yourself?

TYLIA L. FLORES:  I'm a 24-year-old born with Cerebral Palsy. Although my condition has affected my  mobility, it has never affected my will and determination to make a difference in the world.

Through my many life challenges and obstacles, I discovered my passion for writing. My goal in life is to share my stories with the world. In doing so, my hopes are to help others with disabilities realize that they, too, have the potential to make their dreams come true.

[Image: Tylia smiling at the camera]

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TS:  How are you coping with the state of things in the world lately? 

TLF:  Thanks for asking.  I’m coping pretty well.  Still trying to negotiate wearing a mask out in public places, but other than that I’m pretty much okay.

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TS:  What’s your go-to self care?

TLF:   I do a couple things for self-care.  I love to listen to Blake Shelton.  I love to read  books.  Most recently, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, which is a book I highly recommend.  Last but not least, I love going to the studio and recording my radio show Stomping on CP with positive thoughts.

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TS:  What’s your favorite part of the writing process?  What do you love about it? 

TLF:  My favorite part of the writing process is getting to release all my emotions out about an experience that I went through and being able to help others with my stories and passion.

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TS:  Do you have a favorite piece that you’ve written?  What do you want to share about it?

TLF: Yes, I have one.  A favorite piece of mine that I wrote about the ABC sitcom Speechless in its last season for The Mighty… I wrote about what I learned for the episode entitled Planet - where JJ, who has CP - has to film a short film in order to get into college.

The reason I love this piece is because I felt as JJ spoke to me in this episode, and I got to see his growth as a character. Being able to write that article inspired me to write more about my journey and accept my growth as a woman with Cerebral Palsy.

Related:  4 Lessons From the Latest 'Speechless' Episode About Life With a Disability

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TS: Who do you look up to in the writing community?  Who inspires you?  How do they influence your writing? 

TLF: Anne Frank, Jane Austen, Nicholas Sparks, RJ Palacio, Stephen Chbosky, Paul Langan, Edward Bloor and Stephen King.  All these authors inspire me to never be afraid of what my creative mind can do.

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TS:  As someone who was born to, and raised by teenage parents myself, I'm curious...  Where did the idea for your first book originate?  What inspired it?

TLF:  My friend, Daniel, and his journey.

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TS: Share a little about your history with advocacy:

TLF:  I first started advocacy when I was 18-year-old cause that was the age that I learned to love my disability and the person that I was.  So I started to write about my CP and advocate for Cerebral Palsy awareness which has very little awareness in our society.

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TS:  Do you have an advocacy-related moment that stands out to you?  Would you like to share it?

TLF: Yes, I  do.  Getting the chance to speak at the Cerebral Palsy Awareness Conference in March was an amazing experience and it's the one thing I’m most proud of

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TS: Do you look up to any disability advocate in particular?  How have they helped you in your journey?

TLF: Phew!  That's a long list!

Just to name a few:  Edward Verne Roberts, Larry Allison, Judith Heumann, James LeBrecht, Denise Sherer Jacobson, and Stephen Hofmann. They’ve all inspired me to fight for what I believe in and to keep going cause the world needs my story.

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TS:  What does the CP community mean to you?

TLF: The CP community means to me strength equality togetherness. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have them.

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TS:  If someone with CP or another disability was considering writing, what advice would you give them?

TLF: I would tell someone with CP looking into writing or considering it just to write your story.  Nothing you write is wrong or right.

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TS:  If someone with CP or another disability is considering getting involved in advocacy, what would you tell them?

TLF: Go for it!  The more people that speak up and share their stories and what matters to them the better!

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TS:  What’s next for you?

TLF: What’s next for me is publishing a second book and continuing my advocating for people like me.

TS: Thank you so much, Tylia!

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Monday, June 15, 2020

We Belong: Chapter 24

988 words
8 minute read

DOUGHNUTS & DISAPPOINTMENT
(Lexie)

TW: Internalized Ableism

On Sunday, we go to church.  It’s a new one that Mom and Dad just found because Sophia’s parents go to church a lot, and they told us about it.  It’s their church.  It’s also accessible.  That means Jesse and I can get in with our wheelchairs.  Every place is supposed to be accessible, but it isn’t really.  That isn’t fair.  Mom says “someday,” and I don’t know what that means. 

It’s getting a little bit easier to go places because Jesse and I don’t have to stay in bed all the time.  I wear a dress even though I don’t like them much, because it’s church and Mom says jeans aren’t allowed in church.  Jeans are the only pants I have, and I don’t like shorts much.  So a dress it is.

It’s okay wearing one just this once, because my casts cover up my legs, and the dress covers up my scars.  It’s a good dress because it’s like jeans on top, and on the bottom it’s black with pink flowers.  Jesse wears blue sweats.  He’s allowed, because none of his nice pants will fit over his cast. 

I like church because there’s doughnuts afterward, but that’s about all. I like to sleep in, especially now, and going to church means we have to get up early.

This church is okay.  I don’t know any of the kids and there aren’t really that many.  The grown-ups are nice.  I try to sit still and be really good during the service so we can have doughnuts after.  When our pastor calls the kids to the front for children’s time, Seth goes up, but Jesse and I don’t.  No one told us nine is too old for children’s time, we just think it is. 

Children’s time is the most interesting time at church, except for singing.  I love singing.  I can’t read music, and I don’t know these songs, but I see when the notes go up and when they go down and I can follow along a little bit.  The only not-so-good part about singing is that Dad has the loudest singing voice of anybody, but not the best.  Mom says he has heart.  We don’t laugh or make fun of him (even though it is a little funny) because he’s trying his best.

After church, there’s a break, and then Sunday school.  I get a doughnut with chocolate frosting.  I wish I could drink coffee like the grown-ups.  I feel like Grandma might let me, but Mom and Dad might not think that’s a great idea, even though they drink it every day.

[Image: A chocolate frosted doughnut]

I sit close by Dad while she talks to every new person there practically, like he’s their best friend.  He loves talking to people, and lots of people like him, too.  He tells funny stories and gets really into them.  He’s telling Sophia’s mom, aunt Janice, about the experiments he did with our bacon this morning at breakfast to see which one tasted best, but that means he doesn’t see what Sophia is doing. 

What she’s doing  is sending mean looks to me and Jesse.  Jesse is all pale and sweaty.  He keeps swallowing.  I wonder if he’s sick.  That would be so gross, but I touch his arm anyway.  He jerks away like I’m a hot stove.

“Are you okay?” I ask.  We haven’t talked that much since our fight after Shane and Connor came over.  But you forget about fights when your twin is sick. 

“Fine!” he mouths, his face angry.  He has never done that before. 

That’s when it hits me: Jesse isn’t sick, and he isn’t angry either.  He’s nervous.  He wants to talk, but he’s scared to.  I want to hold his hand, but Jesse’s arms are crossed.  He’s not even eating his rainbow sprinkle doughnut.

I start getting nervous, too, so I push myself a little ways away.  I’m going to ask Mom when I’ll be old enough to drink coffee, but I have to wait my turn.  I can see inside the sanctuary.  Mom and my uncle Craig (Sophia’s dad) are talking.  Now, Sophia is chasing Seth around with a napkin and Seth has powdered sugar all over his hands and face.  I watch them, and wish I could run around, too.  But mostly I just think it’s funny to watch Sophia try to control Seth.

It’s getting close to time for Sunday school, and I really want to try some coffee, so I go closer and get ready to politely interrupt.  I am just about to say “Excuse me,” when I stop.  Mom and uncle Craig aren’t even looking at me.  There are tears in Mom’s eyes.

She drops her voice, so only uncle Craig can hear, but really, I can, too, with my super sonic hearing powers.

“I guess I just expected more.  It’s been so hard.”

Everything inside me stops.  It feels like my heart drops into my butt.  If I was standing, it would have dropped all the way to my toes.  It’s like I’m falling.  I don’t like this feeling. 

Mom notices me.  She has a Kleenex in her hand and is wiping her eyes.  “What is it, sweetheart?” she asks, like everything is fine.  She smiles. 

“Um...nothing…” I manage and turn to go to Sunday school. 

I think: Mom expected more from us after this surgery...and we disappointed her.

Now, I feel like crying.




Questions for Discussion:

Do you go somewhere to practice your faith like Lexie and Jesse (like a church, mosque or a synagogue? )  What is your favorite part?

Have you ever felt like your parent was disappointed in you, like Lexie does?  Did you feel like crying or did you have a different feeling?  What was it?

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Sunday, June 14, 2020

20 Things Every Person With a Disability Should Hear

282 words
2 minute read

I recently read an article that's been sticking with me...and not in a good way.  I thought I'd write a post of my own to affirm and reassure those of us who live with a plethora of negative messages every day.

Here are 20 things every person with a disability should hear:

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1.  We have the right to be accommodated.

2. We are enough.

3.  We have the right to play.

[Me, left, and Tara, right.  Age 6.  Ready to play.]

4.  We are not hard to love.  It does not take someone exceptional to love us.

5.  It's okay to rest.

6.  We deserve emotional support.

7.  Our worth is not dependent on what we can do.

8.  We deserve the dignity of risk.

9.  Making mistakes is okay.  Making mistakes is how we learn.

10.  We are not burdens.

11.  We are not consolation prizes.  We are amazing.

12.  We have the right to self-determination.

13.  We don't have to pass or be nondisabled to be loved.

14.  We deserve comfort.

15.  We deserve to try new things if we want to.

16.  Our bodies belong to us alone, no one - not even parents or doctors -  have the right to touch it (or our adaptive equipment) without our consent.

17.  We have the right not to suffer through surgery and / or therapy if it is not something we choose for ourselves.

18.  Our milestones count, regardless of when we achieve them.

19.  We have the right to exist in the world.

20.  We have the right to be believed, acknowledged and affirmed, regardless of how we communicate.

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Saturday, June 13, 2020

Summer Series 2020: When Therapy Is Chosen For Us

1,060 words
8 minute read


This week, Tara and I are unpacking whether or not there’s a place for therapy with regard to disabled people.  While this is entirely subjective as disabled people are not all the same, we definitely had something to say on this topic, among other things.

So, feel free to join us as we discuss that, as well as whether therapy can be done without suffering, what progress in therapy looks like, and if there’s a way to do therapy that loves, honors and respects disabled people.

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Is there a purpose / place for therapy?  If so, what / where?  If not, why not?

Tonia:  I think there can definitely be a purpose to therapy for people with disabilities.  But I think what is missing in a lot of people with CP’s case is the element of choice.

We often don’t choose therapy.  It is chosen for us.

I think therapy can absolutely be beneficial if it is something that the individual wants and chooses.

Even as an adult, though, I’ve had experiences where PT and other painful medical interventions have been pushed on me.

I shared with someone how I’ve finally found exercise that works for me, and they immediately tell me I should go get PT instead.  “That would really help your pain.  They know all about people with CP and how to help you.”

(I heard: “I don’t care about the ways you’ve found to deal with your own pain.  I want you to cure your pain with more pain.”)

I struggled to get in a dangerously inaccessible house, and I was blamed.

Days later, an email came [paraphased]:

Have you thought of going to a PT clinic and / or getting Baclofen?

(I almost blacked out at that one.)

Tara: There is absolutely a place for therapy. Therapies are not inherently wrong. However, their basis in the medical model for disability makes them oftentimes problematic. The medical model for disability assumes that disability negatively impacts quality of life and looks to various medical interventions to diminish or correct the disability.

In general, as long as a therapy is based in respect and consent of the patient, I think it can be helpful with regard to pain management, specific skill-building or adaptation, or injury / surgery recovery.

Tonia: Yes. If it’s chosen by the individual, as something they want to pursue.  If a person wants to look into therapy as a means to manage pain, or to learn a new skill, or for help learning to adapt.

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Therapy sometimes does work for disabled people - we recover skills - but at what cost?  Can therapy be done without suffering?

Tonia:  As a child, I called my PT my “exercise” because I had to do a series of exercises - especially post surgery - that took most of an hour.

I think the benefit of low-impact exercise for those with CP cannot be overstated.  Often, it does seem that the motto of therapy-based interventions for people with disabilities is that it has to hurt to be effective, but it really doesn’t.

I’ve found that pedaling / biking (done after I shower so my muscles are looser) daily for 15 minutes keeps me active without overwhelming my body.

Tara: Ooh, that’s a loaded question. Because if PT is forced, if it is consistently painful, if it is not chosen, if the inherent goal of it is to correct your identity, then we are not only enduring physical suffering. The psychological pain of this cannot be understated.

Tonia: Oof. There it is.  I think you make such a good point about the psychological pain that (constant forced and painful) PT can cause is such an important one.

Tara:  That being said, I definitely think finding gentle ways to move and stretch is helpful and can alleviate pain. I do not think that PT for kids with disabilities currently exists without harm of some kind.

Tonia: I’d agree.  Not at this time.

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[Image: a white outline of a person against a blue background at the beginning of steps toward SUCCESS]


What does progress in therapy look like?

Tonia:  It depends on who you ask.  I think for me, as a disabled person, progress would have to be personal.  Am I learning ways to adapt?  Am I figuring out a new step to accomplish a skill I’d like to learn?  Are my exercises helping manage my pain?

(To be clear, all the above questions I posed are hypothetical ones.  I never learned to adapt.  Exercises caused pain, never mitigated it.  And I rarely accomplished a skill I really wanted to learn…)

Tara: Honestly, this question has completely thrown me. Because while I understand what it is asking, the idea of progress in therapies for people with disabilities implicitly states that as we are, we are not good enough.

Related: When Everything Is Therapy

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Is there a way to do therapy that loves and honors and respects people with disabilities as human beings and does that make it better?

Tonia: I’m a firm believer that there is a way to do every darn thing in life in a way that loves, honors and respects people with disabilities, including therapy!  And absolutely, it helps.

Tara was responsible for stretching me when we were kids and I always preferred having her do it to a therapist or anyone else, mainly because she also has CP and knew how it felt to be stretched beyond what could be tolerated.

Tara: This is a super loaded and complicated question. I think anything is possible. But I also think that the medical profession needs a complete overhaul when it comes to the care of people with disabilities.

This overhaul would need to take into account not only societal ableism but personal biases regarding race, sex and class as well. Starting with the assumption of agency, we can then begin to build a system that respects disabled personhood. This system would highly value consent of the disabled individual (child or adult) at every step of the medical process, including therapy.

We start by hearing and honoring no. By respecting limits. By seeking to mitigate pain instead of instigating and sustaining it.

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Do you think PT can be done without suffering?

How do you measure progress in physical therapy?


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Monday, June 8, 2020

Books I've Read in 2020: 26-30

742 words
6 minute read

26.

Genre: Animals > Horses

Disability Representation: Yes (Cerebral Palsy)

Rating: 1/4 Wheels (It was okay)

Excerpt of GoodReads Summary:  Emily has cerebral palsy, but she and her specially trained horse get around just fine. The Saddle Club girls make friends with Emily and even take her on her first trail ride.

What I Thought: This book was written by an author who clearly didn't have an understanding of CP.  There were all kinds of inaccuracies and the focus was very much on the other kids, viewing CP and Emily through a nondisabled lens.  I enjoyed Emily as a character, but it was a bit disheartening to learn this was written in 1996 and the representation was still pretty rude.  (On the plus side, it has spawned an idea for a blog post series...)

27.

Genre: Children's > Middle Grade

Disability Representation: No, though (spoiler) Stacey does have diabetes.

Rating: 2/4 Wheels (Liked it!)

Excerpt of GoodReads Summary:  Kristy thinks the Baby-sitters Club is a great idea. She and her friends Claudia, Stacey, and Mary Anne all love taking care of kids. A club will give them the chance to have lots of fun - and make tons of money.

But nobody counted on crank calls, uncontrollable two-year-olds, wild pets, and parents who don't always tell the truth. And then there's Stacey, who's acting more and more mysterious. Having a baby-sitters club isn't easy, but Kristy and her friends aren't giving up until they get it right!

What I Thought: It's been years since I've read The Babysitter's Club.  I still really liked the book for the most part.  I particularly loved Mimi and her sweet offer to help when Kristy and her friends were fighting and Kristy's mom and Watson were also pretty dang plugged in parents, which was nice to see.

28.

Genre: Dystopia

Disability Representation: No, but it's impossible for me NOT to read this with an eye toward neurodivergence.

Rating: 4/4 Wheels (LOVE it!)

Excerpt of GoodReads Summary:  In Beatrice Prior's dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue--Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is--she can't have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

What I Thought: I love this!  I read it years ago, probably when it first came out, but I had not read it since.  (Certainly not since realizing I am neurodivergent myself.  With this new knowledge, I found myself relating to Tris so very much.  Forced to fit where she does not naturally fit.  Forced to do and be things that do not come naturally to her.  I just really appreciated this book a lot and I can't wait to watch the movie again.

29.

Genre: Dystopia

Disability Representation: Injury (and eventual disability right at the end.)  There's also pretty habitual use of the C-word in reference to one tribute.  For the first time, I found myself curious about his story.

Rating: 4/4 Wheels (LOVE it!)

Excerpt of GoodReads Summary:  In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and once girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.

What I Thought: This book remains one of my favorites.  The complexity of the universe.  The government's absolute power, trauma on the citizens and the inclusion and exploitation of the children and the suffering of citizens by the mediais fascinating (in a terrifying way. )


30.

Genre: Childrens > Picture Books

Disability Representation: No.

Rating: 4/4 Wheels (Loved it)

Excerpt of GoodReads Summary:  High on energy and imagination, this ode to self-esteem encourages kids to appreciate everything about themselves--inside and out. Messy hair? Beaver breath? So what! Here's a little girl who knows what really matters.

What I Thought:  This was a really sweet, affirmative story.  I watched Treshelle Edmond read it for ASL Storytime.


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We Belong: Chapter 23

599 words
5 minute read

 SUPER SONIC HEARING
(Lexie)

You don’t know this, because I haven’t told you yet, but I have a superpower.  I can hear things I’m not supposed to.  Sometimes, it doesn’t work as good as I want it to - like when Jesse was playing with Shane and Connor and I was watching Animal Planet - but usually it works amazingly.

Jesse has been acting really strange since that day.  He talks to me, but not really.  He won’t look at me in the eyes and we don’t talk at night anymore, because he says he’s too tired.  But I know he’s not really sleeping because I know how his asleep-breathing sounds.  

He’s lying, but I don’t know why.

It’s very hard to have secrets when you have a twin, because that’s my best friend in the world.  We tell each other everything and always play together.  Maybe Jesse is mad at me because I can’t play as much because my legs hurt, or I’m doing therapy a lot.  But his leg hurts a lot and he has to do therapy on it, too.

I keep thinking.

I think for weeks.

I concentrate really hard when Jesse is out of the room, to see if my super-hearing will work through doors, but so far, no luck.  It doesn’t even work when I mute the TV.

I try talking to Seth, who is the most terrible at keeping secrets, to see what he knows, since he has been back from Grandma and Grandpa’s for a while.  I haven’t really missed him much, to be honest, but I am glad he’s back now.  

He’s sweet, and he keeps bringing us things he made out of Legos and offering to color on our casts.  (Mom and Dad won’t let him because he hasn’t learned to be gentle all the time, and they don’t want him to hurt our legs accidentally.)  We give him paper instead.  I’m glad when he uses that.  Back when we all three shared a room, he colored on my shirt, my hair and my Barbie.

“Hey, Sethie,” I whisper.

“What?” he asks, his eyes glued to the screen where Miss Elena is talking in Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood.  He’s eating goldfish crackers and getting the crumbs everywhere.

[Image: Goldfish crackers]

“Come here.”  I pause the TV.

“Hey!  Don’t do that!”

“Just for a second, I promise.  I need to ask you something, okay?”

“Fine,” he sighs, and walks over.  (He sounds just like me when he says “fine” like that.  It makes me kind of proud.)

“Has Jesse told you any secrets lately?” I whisper in his ear.

Seth smiles very slow.  “Okay,” he whispers.  “I not tell.  I promise.”

I wrinkle my forehead.  “No!  Seth!  This isn’t a secret right now.  I want to know if Jesse has said anything secret to you?”

“My birthday present!” he yells, excited, and it hurts my ear.

“Your birthday was in March, silly.  A long time ago.  Has he said anything about Shane and Connor?”

“Connor gots a new toy,” Seth crunches a goldfish two inches away from my face.  “It’s a plane.”

“Great,” I say flatly.  I unpause the TV, and Seth goes back to watching.

I go back to thinking, but I don’t get any new ideas.


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Questions for Discussion:

Do you have a little brother like Seth?  Do you think it would be nice to have one?

Can you tell when someone is keeping secrets from you, like Lexie can?  How do you feel?

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