Sunday, September 27, 2015

Gratitude Despite Disability

An essay I wrote about my parents was included in the Space Coast Writers' Guild newest anthology Gratitude. Last night, I attended the book launch party. Below is my essay:

            I can only imagine how my parents felt when they were told I might not live to see my first birthday. I was born with a rare genetic disorder called campomelic syndrome or dysplasia. Its symptoms include deformed bones and weak muscles among other health issues. I’m hearing-impaired, and I’ve used a wheelchair for as long as I can remember. For more information about campomelic syndrome, you can go to
            During her pregnancy, my mother Tracy knew there was something amiss about me. She retired from her job for the federal government so she could focus on taking care of me. My father Marty, a mechanical engineer for over 30 years so far, has been actively involved in my life from the minute I was born. A few days after my birth, my parents took me home with a heart monitor. Due to my soft cleft palate, they had to force-feed me milk for three months. Their tender, loving care helped me survive beyond infancy.
            After my first year of life, my parents enrolled me in preschool, which aided the development of my social skills. I then attended an elementary school with an excellent program for students with disabilities. My parents signed me up for 4-H (my first of many clubs). Over time, parts of my body such as my spine, hips, and knees needed medical attention. My parents searched for the best orthopedic surgeons, even if it meant going outside the state of Florida where we live. I underwent 15 surgeries during my childhood in Minnesota and Maryland as well as Florida. Prior to these operations, my parents donated blood to be used in transfusions. My father walked with me to the operating room and held my hand as I drifted off to sleep from anesthesia. My parents tended to me during months of recovery.
            One series of surgeries followed by an extended period of rehabilitation left me unable to physically go to school during the seventh grade, so I studied with a tutor at home. Upon my enthusiastic return to school in the eighth grade, my parents were supportive of my studies, extracurricular activities, and volunteering, which carried over into my high school and college years. While I was in class in high school, my mother spent thousands of hours volunteering at my school. My father spent some of his time away from work helping me with my math homework and science fair projects.
            My parents continued to show their unconditional love while I struggled with mental health issues as a young adult. Giving my life a sense of fun, they took me on memorable vacations from California to Canada. For example, my father drove me to Elmira, New York, the burial site of one of my favorite authors, Mark Twain. Later, my mother flew with me to New York City so I could try out for Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? and consoled me when I wasn’t accepted as a contestant.
            As Catholics, my parents instilled in me values such as an everlasting faith in God and respect for others as well as myself. Whenever I felt discouraged by my physical limitations, they encouraged me to focus on what I can do. Even though I’m almost 30, I still live at my childhood home with my parents, who help me with several activities of daily living and drive me wherever I need to go.
                For all of the above, I’m forever grateful and indebted to my parents, who dealt with many challenges in raising me. They should be honored on more days than Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. If it weren’t for them, my life as a person with disabilities wouldn’t be as fulfilling.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Sad News About People with Disabilities

In the past week, there have been at least two heartbreaking news articles about people with disabilities. First of all, a 19-year-old male with special needs was found dead on a school bus last Friday afternoon. The cause of death has yet to be determined; go to for the details. Also, police recently discovered a 62-year-old man with a disability resulting from a leg injury was confined to his bed and mistreated by his sister and brother-in-law for seven years. This story can be read at

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

The Disability of Dyslexia

In honor of International Literacy Day, today’s post is about a learning disability called dyslexia, which makes reading difficult. This happens because the brain is impaired in its ability to translate images from a person’s eyes into understandable language. Having dyslexia doesn’t mean one is unintelligent or won’t accomplish anything. Famous people with this disorder include physicist Albert Einstein and journalist Anderson Cooper. For more information about dyslexia, go to

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Labor Statistics of Americans with Disabilities

Yesterday, the Kessler Foundation in partnership with the University of New Hampshire's Institute on Disability released the National Trends in Disability Employment (nTIDE) Monthly Update for August. The Bureau of Labor Statistics' Jobs Report shows a mostly positive picture of American workers with disabilities. Compared to a year ago, the employment-to-population ratio indicates 102,000 more of these individuals are working. That being said, the number of Americans with disabilities looking for employment decreased slightly, as evident in the labor force participation rate. To read the nTIDE report, go to;_ylt=A0LEVv6X7OpVbGcA_80nnIlQ;_ylu=X3oDMTByOHZyb21tBGNvbG8DYmYxBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzcg--. Happy Labor Day, everyone!