DISTURBING RARITY REALITY!


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This is one of the reasons why my blog, Special Persons are People, Too! got conceived.

It’s not much really as I have failed to maintain it thinking it was a futile attempt at publicizing what my thoughts were regarding things, other special persons, and my pathetic quest to know more about my congenital defect. I did not have the absolute clarity as to the purpose of my putting up a blog. I felt it was useless; and my thoughts were: ‘Who am kidding? What in the world was I thinking putting up a blog nobody wants to read? To think I’m not an accomplished writer! Who cares about things like this?’

After several years of hiatus, I finally found better motivations not only to keep my blog afloat, but above all, to make something out of it as an instrument in service of humanity. On top of writing and sharing my thoughts and that of others’, I shall try to promote better understanding and awareness about us as God’s special creatures, to disseminate information as to the legitimacy and morality of our rlghts and privileges as also members of the society who ought not to be discriminated, oppressed, persecuted, looked down upon, bullied, and deprived of our basic needs having been borne to a society that should respect and celebrate those who are ‘slightly different’. It’s gonna be one tough journey; but we all have to start somewhere.

I pray for wisdom and resources for whatever purpose The Universe has drafted and designed for me.

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THE PHYSICALLY CHALLENGED: a race forgotten, misconstrued


We call them freaks. We pay money to see them make fools of themselves.

We make fun of them as if their feelings don’t count. As kids, we harass them the first

chance we get. Because we have no tolerance for the askew, the crooked, the odd and

the physically gross or absurd. We think of them as non-human. Maltreatment and

injustice are only a common form of torment. .. (in this era wherein ‘beautiful’ is

defined by the perfection as to physicality, elegance and sophistication,and largely

depends on the carats of gems on the bejeweled class of the society where the rich and

the famous choke on over dosage of fame and overwhelming wealth).

In an age and time where everything gets fixed or “converted” into

something new and beautiful (at the right price) in the ultimate quest for the

preservation of youth and for aesthetics’ sake, some of us born rather ‘differently’ seems

to have been thrown in the backstage. Amidst the clamor and din of this fast and furious

rat race, these least of our brethren have been, since time immemorial, considered

second class citizens.

 

We tend to forget that amongst us, between the living and the dead, there

thrives a breathing, feeling faction of our race that silently, in the shadows, desperately

struggles to outlive a cruel, indifferent civilization where only the best, the brightest

and the most able have the privilege to rise up and hear the bells.

What does it mean to be congenitally defective today? True, more and more

consideration for the physically disabled and/or “special people” have never been better

with the rise in growing social awareness for the physically challenged members of our

society. Special seats, lanes, marked lavatories, especially designed walkways and

tracks, custom- made prosthetics, gadgets and what-have-yous became commonplace in

our feeble attempt to show them we care and that they count.

 

Truth is, these attempts are just to quench the guilt deep inside us. We

should be convicted and hanged for enjoying so much while they suffer in the shadows,

out of the limelight, unwillingly bathing in shame at the mercy of the bonds of

insecurity, hopelessness, envy and hate-forever stuck, forever needy and forever

irrelevant and useless. We should be fined and punished for the awesome feeling after a

nature trail hike where we got the chance to bask in the glory of seeing the world from a

different light and being able to fully experience all of its wonders. We should be

tortured and made to suffer for the awesome sights and sounds that travel makes

possible.

 

In the end, nothing can ever make up or suffice even, for the feelings of

deprivations and the pain and suffering of the physically unfortunate. These are beyond

reimbursement. Nothing can ever make up for the torment, grief and the sorrow that

inability and disability gift wraps them with at birth.

 

But everything gets to be alright

when we are loved. The world seems better, brighter. To quote anew, LOVE is the KEY.

ABOUT ‘SPECIAL PERSONS ARE PEOPLE, TOO!’ BLOG


Special Persons are People, Too is a literary hub where everyone is welcome to interact with persons with congenital physical deformities or defects, give advice, offer opportunities, or just simply to give support and show they care.

Being provided a fantastic site you can call your own is simply irresistible.  Best of all, you can do whatever you want with it (for as long as you don’t go over the boundaries). It’s like winning the lottery;  a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you feel you have to really take care of and make the best of.

Thanks to the kindness of all the staff at wordpress.com and the community and other outfits that support them. Words can never suffice to show our gratefulness for these selfless people. Without them, Special Persons are People, Too could not have come into existence.

People like me-bloggers, authors/writers, companies, associations, and other organizations geared towards sharing and community interaction to foster goodwill among those who believe they can make a difference, now have a great avenue where they can impart insights and other important stuff to the world.  It’s simply awesome!

Here, we hope to discuss about, and share experiences of, people who have physical deformities- their adversities, exploits, and most of all, their TRIUMPHS over their misfortunes.

Also, we will be posting about Bacolod City as a gateway to extend a glimpse about where we hail from, and we hope to feature articles about individual persons, entire organizations, government agencies, and other professionals somehow akin to our city and our advocacy.

We’re a newbie in this endeavor, and whatever help we can get, we would appreciate it very much.  Kindly feel free to contact us for any suggestions, literary contributions, advice and other relevant things we need (like topics, articles, or links that can further help us improve).

Thank you.

(PERILS OF) MOTHERHOOD TOWARDS THE PHYSICALLY CHALLENGED


As if motherhood is not bad enough. For someone with 4 boys. And unfortunately, one of them has a congenital physical deformity (clubfoot). And no one to rely on but herself. To help out with the bunch of them. AS IF(!) motherhood is not bad enough.

That must feel like the whole world, with its nearly seven billion human inhabitants-and their savvy gadgets, and other worldly possessions, not to mention the gazillion tons of waste they produce every single second-is upon her callous shoulders. What a pity for someone who’s always being there for her kids-never complaining, never grouchy, never blabber-mouthing.

Having to ‘UFC’ 4 boys every single day (for how long, only time can ‘tweet’), is, without doubt, a very strenuous task. It’s amazing how she refuses to take a single day off. For some peace, for some respite from the chaos, for some time for herself perhaps? Nada. That really bothers me!

Worse, she gets to be blamed as the catalyst for one of her kids’ misfortune. As if, again, she intended, meant, or desired in her heart for him to be borne that way. Whew! And worst of all, he tells it to her face. I guess that hurts the most. Where did she go wrong, she can only ask herself in utter helplessness.

For a 12-year old with a congenital physical condition, which happens to be the cause of all his misery, anxiety, insecurity, disenchantment and depression, it is but typical to blame someone- if not something- for his demise. The closest, most logical ‘culprit’ would be his mother, since child-bearing is supposed to be HER job.

For that kind of mentality to go on unchecked could be a disaster. I really think that something has to be done right away. For the child to foster that kind of attitude towards his mother is definitely unhealthy. Furthermore, professional help or a good mom-and-son talk ought to ensue. The son has to be made aware of the consequences of his behavior, and that it doesn’t resolve the problem but consequently aggravates it. After all, it’s something that can never be undone; there’s no point playing the blame game, to think it’s not actually his mom’s fault.

For parents of the handicapped, it is but crucial that emphasis be put on the careful assessment of the emotional health and over-all stability of the child. They are very sensitive. They tend to get hurt easily (which most often makes them aggressive and/or defensive). Much consideration should be taken as to the emotional re-enforcement special persons need. Extra care, love, understanding and attention are their life lines.

Because where we dwell is a cruel world, and since the physically defective is obviously no-match for the harsh, brutal reality called life, the only pedestal for the weak is strength of spirit. Hone and sharpen the heart and mind and the spirit gets strong. Strength of spirit is strength of mind and heart. Being armed with this weapon, the child has a chance to win.

Love is the key.