Afternoon, Fam…
So, last night
Joey and I were talking about the bane of many a CP crip we’ve found out
talking to people we’ve met. That’s
jumping. It has to do with a reflex
newborns have. CP crips never lose this
reflex. As a matter of fact, in some
incidences, it gets heightened. Reading
some testimonies yesterday, we found the occurrences are so disturbing and
embarrassing to the crip that they don’t leave their pad…EVER. Sad.
Joey asked
me why I don’t jump as much as she does.
It made me think. We do jump at
different things. Things people take for
granted…we HATE balloons. I HATE guns;
hence, the swords, taser, which we jump at, and knife collection for safety. We both might jump if someone comes from our
peripheral with Joey maybe having the edge on that one. When we get going, it's hard, sometimes to relax. That's where the extreme self-consciousness comes from with many as I think about us and what we've read.
Anyhoo, I
said I think it’s because CP’s my secondary cripness, Spina Bifida being my
main cripness (Yeah, I was blessed with a twofer…LOL). CP’s the only thing Joey has, so it affects
more of her nervous system. Mine’s
centralized to the muscles in my hands.
I’m not saying this’s a definite, but it makes sense.
BUT, reading
about some not leaving the house for fear of embarrassment, made us realize,
yeah, we may jump at inopportune times, but we can’t be so afraid to live
life. We have too many plans before we
cash in our cards to be afraid of others’ perceptions of us when they see us
randomly jump.
Be good to
each other.
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