Observations From Below: Always Look On the Bright Side of Life

A friend of mine recently wanted me to write about staying optimistic. I hate plastic bags with the built in zipper closures. I detest dropping things, as I can't pick them up. I abhor when things like the T.V. remote are out of reach. I dislike that I can't get into food wrappers without scissors. Buttons are on my hit list. Round door knobs are my enemy. Curbs, stairs, chairs without arms or seatbelts, muscles that stay tight and the pain that goes with that. These are just a few of my least favorite things. It is probably clear that I, like all people, are not always happy, but that is a common misconception that follows me. Ableism is something I can't control. I echo many of my fellow advocates when I say the world wasn't designed with us in mind. It might be surprising to you that on the whole, most of us are no less happy than the general population. My biggest crisis had nothing to do with my disability and came from being raised by a single mom. My biological father has been absent since I was an infant. I last saw him when I was three, I think. I'm not really sure if that even happened. The maternal side of my family is so close knit, I was able to build a box around his absence and not think about it much. Pandora's box opened when I was in college and had a kidney stone. Mom started doing research on kidney stones. It turned out, my biological father also has a history of having them. In doing that research, I learned that some of my paternal cousins studie...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news