Let me introduce myself to you. I am the 45-year-old difabled mother of 4. I am divorced, broke and trying to get by in the world. The idea here is this, when your life takes a U turn, hopefully you learn a thing or two. What I am learning is that ..." it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three (in our case 5, but you get the gist) little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world." When I became difabled; (no typo---differently abled than you), I thought ok I'll have to adjust a bit but we'll be fine. One adventure in a nursing home, 3 "anonymous" calls to children's services, and a severe case of homelessness on the horizon later, I changed my way of thinking.
Basically what I found out is that I don't matter. It was a revelation, earth-shattering, and brutal but the truth is I DON'T MATTER! Instead of anyone offering real help or even asking me how I get by or what I need, I got butt-hole buttinskis who have no clue. It is a lot easier for people to destroy you as a person then to have to face you everyday. Harsh? Yes, but it unfortunately is so true. "So what's your point?" My point is to be a blessing. If you need a resource, I will do my best to help. If you need advice, I will do my best. Hey and I have an opinion on just about everything! (Not always an educated opinion but hey that's half the fun!). But no matter what, I promise to always keep it real!
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