Beyond Our Universe

Tag: disabilities

  • This poem is about my husband and my best friend

    I never asked to be like this

    I was born differently

    My thoughts and feelings never mattered

    I was alone every day

    No one spoke to me

    My words never heard

    Now today I am alone again

    And now am making friends in a weird circumstance

    My husband gone and nothing is the same

    I challenge myself to leave my house

    My love for him remains the same and no one will take his place

    Love never dies

    My house is not the same

    The smell of wood and his cooking I miss

    Him playing Fallout 76 and killing everything in site

    No more sound but the silence

    It’s not the same without him

    I enjoy writing poetry so check it out. If you want to.

    Have a good day or night wherever you are in the world.

  • My Passion

    My Passion is my children . My Passion also is writing about disabilities so people will understand the struggles and deep emotions with living with a disability. It is something you are born with. You don’t ask for it, it just is. When my dad wrote his book he mentioned my disability and that angered me because he wanted to make his wife look good and wonderful. It made me feel angry because I wanted to prove to myself that I am a capable person and writing about things that I have knowledge about. I didn’t want to be treated differently than anyone else, but I had to share my story.

    There are many kinds of disabilities. But there is one that you cannot see at first glance. If you spoke to me in person you can see I have a hard time understanding issues. But it does not make me stupid. It just takes time to process things .

    People who don’t have a disability should understand not everyone is that lucky. To remember things comes easy, to get a degree is easy. I had to fight my challenges, and get my grade 12. Also to remember things someone would tell me.

    My Passion is to protect my kids who are adults now and make sure they are heard. Their disabilities are more server than mine. My parents never listened to me. They treated me like a child. Now I am 62 and I have to learn how to look after me, but also my family. I still I have a lot to learn.

    I believe people with all types of disabilities are treated horribly and wrongfully by society today. I need to write a book about it. We are treated like we still live in the 1800s. It is time for a change.

    So yes this is my passion, but it is also my life. I will write about the paranormal, reincarnation, and the spirit realm. That is also what I am passionate about.

    Thanks for reading my passion’s and have a good day or night wherever you are in the world.

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  • Politics

    Politics

    Believing in a system of justice and truth and honesty. The government and the politician’s as a whole can not see the struggles of people with disabilities, the homeless, people with low income and the struggles they go through. The government is about power and greed and one’s own agenda.

    Government is not about the people, it is about how they see the world and what they want for themselves. It’s never about the people who voted for them, but what their outcome after the election. Greed for money and power is tearing every country apart. We all lose in the end. We truly do.

    The rich get richer, and the poor get nothing, but homelessness, or people lose their job and they have to sell their home for a smaller place. Or a woman’s husband dies and she ends up losing everything she and her husband have worked for. There is another scenario.

    Two people go on disability because they need help. A spouse dies and the wife, or husband end up with less money to work with. People don’t ask to have a disability. They try to make things work, but sometimes it does not work that way. One gets sick and the other supports their partner. It is such a sad situation.

    Politics talks about wars, military, saving the environment, pensions for seniors, job security. Taxing people to death because the government can use the tax payers money to govern the wars, military, global warming and try to make things more better for the environment.

    There is so much that needs to change, but who would listen to a person with a disability. Who would listen to a woman who is struggling with her husband’s death. Who would listen to a woman who does not want to lose her home? I believe no one. We all should have a say. People don’t ask to have a disability. Some disabilities are seen. While others are mental which you cannot see. Then you have people who do have a disability and they don’t understand what it is like to have a disability. Hidden disabilities are more common then people think.

    Then you have no disability and you can remember things, get a degree and a great job. But not everyone is that lucky. Be grateful for what you do have.

    Politics is a game for rich and if your lucky related to a politician or have a parent who was president or prime minister. We need to change a lot of things. But who will listen with a disability? This is something to think about. Life should not be this way.

    Thanks for dropping by and understand where a person with a disability fits into this world. We don’t fit in, we are just pushed to the side. Have a good day or night.

  • Hidden Disabilities

    Hidden Disabilities

    I am writing about this because I have struggled all my life with a hidden disability. One you could not see. There are many disabilities. You have a learning disability which means it takes you twice as long to learn things as for others they learn quickly and they get a diploma for it.

    There are people who have physical disabilities. Being in a wheelchair because you can’t walk from birth, or maybe you were in car accident and can’t walk. People can see it. Every person deals with it differently. How do I act?, what do I say? What are the right words to say to that person. Most people with disabilities are treated like children, and that their thoughts and dreams are not important. But they are. They don’t even know their own rights. Which is bullshit. They need to know their rights and what they believe is okay and they have right to think and feel their rights are heard. There is no justice for those people. We don’t live in 1800s, but how they are treated still feels like that time period. I am saying this because I know how being disrespected and not hurt means. Just because you have a disability does not mean you can’t express yourself and for someone to believe your words and feelings are true and justified.

    My life was misunderstood and my dreams and my thoughts did not matter. I challenge my disability and have the inner strength to fight it. Even when i am following apart. I am 62, and I have to prove myself to others. No one listened to my struggles, my anger, and what I was feeling was and is real. Trust mean when your no one listens it’s painful and cruel when you have to learn everything on your own. It’s like being in a cage and you can’t get out.

    I never asked to have a learning disability, it is just there. My parents never told me my rights, and everything had to be their way. Now I am doing it my way. Disability or not I am stuck in this body. I want people to know what i write about is real, and every word is from experiences in life.

    People learn about disabilities through books, but no one teaches people talk to the people who have hidden disabilities and help them cope and learn. No book teaches common sense. Talk to the people who have disabilities and treat them the way you wanted to be treated. Don’t talk down to them, talk to them. Ask questions and understand their anger and frustration, even their challenges. We are not a book, we are human beings who need help and understanding. We are real and we have dreams too. Life is not treated people with disability like children, but hear their words. Don’t ignore the words. People who ignore their children and only think about themselves are not good parents and they don’t understand because it is not them with disability. Hidden disabilities are just as important as ones with physical disabilities that you can see.

    I told my therapist or I call shrink. It is like a knife with two sharp blades at both ends. You have a disability that you can see, or you are normal like people without disabilities. Then there are the people who are in the middle like me. Misunderstand people who do not look like they have a disability and who look like an average person, but hidden inside them is a disability that they struggle with. When people start to talk to them quickly they are turned away and called retards and that you don’t deserve any friends. It is a big smack in the face.

    Stop learning through books, and start to talk to talk with people of all disabilities, even hidden disabilities because understanding comes from listening and talking to the person. We are not all the same.

    We all need to be heard, respected and not judged. Get to know people because we are not a book. When school is finished. You never stop learning. When no one listens to your cries, your anger, and your questions you stop trusting. I trust the odd few. But they are not my parents or family members when you can’t trust them, who can you trust. It is time for a change. I hope I can make a small change to open peoples eyes for people with disabilities. Life should be fair for all, but it is not.

    Thanks for reading

  • Sharing My Disability

    Sharing My Disability

    I thought about sharing this because I was forced to. My dad wrote a book and put my disability in his book. I am here to prove what I write about is real and that I know what I am writing about. This is my biggest fear because I don’t want to be looked at as a disability, but to be remembered for my knowledge about the witchcraft, the paranormal, and Space and not being only us on this planet. Life for me is a struggle, and that started at birth. But I hope people are sincere in liking my work and not feeling sorry for me. I hate that. My life is my story. Nothing in my life ever worked the way I wanted to, but my writing is who I am. It is my friend and my heart and soul go into it.

    Thanks for dropping by and reading this. Don’t hold it against me. Have a good night or day wherever you are in the world.