Once upon a prosthetic… (Part 1)

Sorry for the rather blurry photo but it’s a pretty old polaroid so cut me some slack :P.

One of the things I wanted for this blog was to create an upbeat attitude to help people cope with any kind of problem, be it mental health, a physical limitation or just rotten life circumstances.  However, I wish to do that in a way that also addresses the fact that with any of those above things life will not always be rainbows and unicorns.

Everyone has read something about people that overcome poor life circumstances.  Often we see them as individuals that seem to just soar through life with nothing getting them down.  That is not the whole truth for most of us.  I will be honest and tell you that even my born free, happy go lucky self still had times of sadness and pain.  The key to getting through anything is to work at maintaining a good attitude, putting things in place to help you, and also finding and or building a good support system.  After I tell you my story I will share the tools that helped me.  And so begins the story of me….

Even though I was born missing my right arm just below the elbow, I never felt handicapped.  I suppose that it felt normal to me since I had never known anything different.  In truth no one ever treated me different either.  I was just a cute little girl with a little stubby arm that was smiley and living life.  My parents and grandparents encouraged me, let me try new things and didn’t act like I was fragile.  I didn’t really see myself as disabled at all.

As I got a bit older and headed off to school I had outside influences and that feeling began to change.  The first few years went by without much happening.  I loved learning and being around other kids.  Kids were curious, asking how did it happen, did it hurt, could they touch the strange hook-like thing ( I wore a prosthetic arm at the time) and other questions young minds come up with.  Slowly I began to realize that this thing I saw as nothing more than a slight inconvenience was a big deal to the rest of the world.  About the fourth grade things began to feel different.

Stay tuned for how the changes began to change me.


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