have been taking college classes for MANY
years. A few years here, a few years
there. In one class, were given an
assignment entitled Who Am I? In this assignment, we had to describe who we
were: Father, son, mother, daughter, etc. I thought this would be a relatively
easy assignment, after all, it was just me describing me. I started by saying
that I was a 47 year old adult male with Spina Bifida. I had used this same
line for other classes. I didn’t think too much more about it and I just went
on telling thing about myself like I was on disability, I used to work at a
school for and with disabled children. Most of my initial description revolved
around my disability and disabilities in general.
When the teacher returned our papers,
she asked us if we would mind sharing some of the information we shared in our
papers. I volunteered. I started reading what I had written in the paper, “I am
a 47 year old male with Spina Bifida.” The teacher stopped me right there. She
asked me why I put that first. I said I had put it because that was who I am.
She proceeded to ask me a series of questions like: Is that all you are? No. Are you a son? Yes. A student? Yes. Are you a brother? Yes. Then she asked if I was more than a male with
Spina Bifida. I said yes. Her whole point in the line of questions was for me
to see that I am more than just my disability. This assignment stayed with me
throughout the rest of the semester, and as you can see by my writing about it,
it is still something I think about. In fact, I just noticed that is how I
started my profile information in my blog with the same information. I did,
however, go on to explain other aspects of my life. I am someone, I have hobbies
and interests, I am an active person who just happens to have a disability. Has anyone else experienced anything like
this? How do you identify yourself? I
hope that after reading this that those who feel like I did will examine
yourself and see that you are move than a disability.
Simply put I am Monica. We are each the sum of the roles we choose to be in life. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, nurse, lover, patient advocate, disability advocate, liberal, democrat, Penguins fan and more. SB is what I was born with. It influences all of those roles but is not one unto itself.
ReplyDeleteExactly Monica! Thank you for sharing!
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