I am not just a pretty face. I am so much more. I am not the girl that has everything, and is so spoiled. I suffer with my own issues, which sometimes bring me to tears, because I don’t know what to do. My dad use to say I wasn’t “trying” hard enough… But I was. School has always been so hard for me. And at a young age I was diagnosed with so many learning disabilities. It has been so hard getting through school, it is such a challenge, and sometimes it feels unbearable. When I go to get assistance sometimes it feels like the help is not enough. Extra time is not enough sometimes. I have requested plenty of times to receive class notes and the notes are never consistent. What help is that? UGH! I don’t even want to mention about venting about my situation. OMG!!! I try to tell my friends, they say stuff like I am pretending, or I am not trying hard enough. I may not be physically disabled, but learning disabilities are very serious, and shouldn’t be taken lightly. It is a constant struggle. I believe that no one takes people who suffer with learning disabilities seriously, they don’t know all we go through, and the sleepless nights. If you know someone with a learning disability don’t say they are being lazy or dramatic, try to understand. Continue reading
body politics
No one knows your body like you do
For the past seven to eight years I have been dealing with chronic lower back pain. Though this has been an ongoing epidemic in my life for a long time I have never viewed myself as disabled. About a year or so after the pain started I was at my doctor’s office to get a physical done so that I could continue swimming for my high school team. I mentioned to my doctor that I was having pretty intense pain in my lower back and wasn’t exactly sure what was causing it. Without doing any type of further examination he simply suggested that I “work on my posture.” Years go by and the pain increases as well as others starting to notice more and more that I am in pain. I was stretching and slouching more at work and laying on a heating pad more often at home. I am thankful that I have an unreasonably high pain tolerance otherwise the pain I was experiencing would have had a much more negative effect on me and my life. Finally, my mom made me another doctor’s appointment, without my knowledge, and the doctor suggested that I have x-rays done on my back. After the x-rays it turns out that I have scoliosis in my lower back and that has been the cause of my pain. The doctor then suggested that I should try out physical therapy to help with the pain, which I have been doing and has been helping. When I found out that I have scoliosis I was extremely frustrated by this because it is something that I could’ve been working on if the first doctor would’ve taken the time to help me and not just brush off the issue. This has been a lesson for me that people, including medical professionals, can all be guilty of not paying attention to a problem in someone else’s life if it is not physically visible to them and that I need to not let myself be dismissed so easily. It is my body and no one knows better than myself the difference between needing actual medical assistance and simply “working on my posture.”
Ashley X
Feminist, Queer, Crip by Allison Kafer is by far one of the most critically complex novels that has allowed me to attempt to grasp understandings of many different and unique situations. But the one chapter that stood out to me the most is the chapter on Ashley X. Ashley X’s story has not only brought into question my idea of ethics and morality, but a notion of reality and what is considered right and wrong. Every situation is unique to the people it is effecting because of different opinions, circumstances, and influences. But the case of Ashley X felt more universal in the sense that it could potentially happen to anyone, who in turn would be faced with the same moral dilemma. This blog post intends to question our idea of morality and whether an idea of right and wrong can be created around a situation that may be completely opinion based. But first fact and understanding that Ashley X is assumed to be at an infant level physically and mentally has to be accepted.
I genuinely do not know if their is an easy way to approach Ashley’s unique situation due to my moral standing. I personally believe that what I would do is considered my morals, and what I wouldn’t do is what I would consider immoral. But in the case of Ashley X, I genuinely understand the perspective her parents are coming from with the decision to surgically alter her physical and biological being. This is probably the only case where I can understandingly say that it may not be something that I may do if I were put in the situation, but I empathetically understand the angle that her parents are coming from.
There is no easy way towards this opinion and I understand that it may be different from others and that my opinion may change as I grow and have experienced more. But for my current standing I understand their position and do not hold it against them.
The day after the election:No Hope?
The day after the election (Wednesday November 9, 2016), I had only one class, Psychology of Women. Waking into class that day was a little surreal. I did not know what to think, what to expect from the class but I knew something was going to happen. And I think everyone had the same feeling. There was little to no talking, and even if there was, it was whispers between friends about what had happened the night before. As we took our seats we were all on edge about the class, what is the professor going to say? Are we going to talk about what happened? Are we going have a class discussion about implication of a Trump presidency? Are we going to have an opportunity to speak our minds? Are we going to talk about whats the implication on women, minorities, the LGBTQ community, etc., and those with intersectional identity? No one knew the answer, which made the anxiety in the room increase.
FYI: My uterus does not determine my strength.
I’m carrying a relatively heavy box, but its weight is nothing I can’t handle. However, perhaps I showed some sign of strain that would cause this man to come over to me and take the box. Continue reading
Time norms
Ever since we started reading “Feminist, queer, crip” I have been doing a lot of self reflection as well as asking myself a lot of questions that don’t have easy answers.
Disabling a Nation
After the results of 2016 presidential elections, many people seem to be nervous of what the future holds. Some group of people fear that they will be deported, some fear that their culture and/or religion will be targeted, and some fear their skin color will become even more of a bigly “issue” than before. Keeping this in mind, and relating this situation to Douglas Bayton’s article. One can argue that Trump’s victory has disabled or is going to disable variety of minority groups in the United States. Continue reading
There’s a Vagina in my Videogame!
Hey everyone, I’m going to talk about videogames again except this time there will be 1000% more genitals than the last post. Why is that? Well, hyperscale games developer/publisher Ubisoft has put vaginas in their new game. Not only that, but penises too. Shocking. Continue reading
Break the Internet
** please watch this short clip before reading the blog**
LADIES , LADIES , LADIES! THIS IS HAPPENING! AND I LOVE IT! Continue reading
I Need You To Survive
In this world there are good guys , and there are bad guys. That’s what the movies and television shows tell us. There is always a hero! Then reality hits. Sometimes there are no happy endings , just fewer villains. When watching these heroic figures on TV , you’ll see them having trouble defeating the biggest “bad guy ” in the world. Then the writers like to throw in a twist. Just when you thought the evil side has been defeated. They come back stronger than ever! Continue reading