Monday, August 3, 2015

The Art of a One-Sided Conversation...

I’ve been thinking about how to write this post for a while now, wanting to have this conversation without knowing how to start it. Then I realized that even if no conversation is started or had today, but the seed is planted and courage for a future day and conversation takes shape (hopefully with those not able to read this post), then my goal will have been accomplished.

I have been very blessed in my life, with many wonderful family members, each of whom I could go on about in a post dedicated solely to them and the gratitude I have that they are in my life. However, this one is about my youngest sister Olivia.

As many of you may know, Olivia has multiple disabilities; she has cerebral palsy, an intellectual disability, and is visually impaired. She is also non-verbal, meaning she cannot communicate verbally, though she does make sounds. Taking my sister places can be challenging because of the physical dependency she has for getting in and out of the car, or into her stroller. However, the most challenging part for me is emotional.

Regardless of the activity or chosen location, my sister ALWAYS gets stares. Always. I want to make it perfectly clear here: I UNDERSTAND. I am not mad or confused about why people look around to find the source of the loud vocal noise being made in the store. I don’t get the least bit offended when children or adults jump and then stare when my sister lets out a loud yell (usually just happy, but I understand that if you don’t know her, she sounds pissed). It’s what happens next that I would love to give people some insight into, to have the conversation about.

It seems to me like there are a million different articles about what NOT to do. “Phrases Parents of Autistic Children Wish You Would Stop Saying…” or “5 Things That Are Unhelpful and Why…” First of all, since when does telling anyone what NOT to do help them understand what TO do? Second of all, everyone is different. I could give you a list of things I wish people would say and do around my sister but there will always be someone who disagrees or wishes the opposite would happen. That’s because *SPOILER ALERT* everyone’s different. This includes people with disabilities and their families. I, personally, couldn’t care less if someone uses the word ‘retarded’ or ‘handicapped’ if their intent was kind and genuine when speaking about someone with disabilities. I know a lot of people who would passionately disagree with me on that. And that’s OK. I would just like to offer ONE perspective of someone with a family member who has both physical and intellectual disabilities, so that you at least have a starting point.

I have worked with adults, adolescents, and children with a wide range of disabilities, but one thing seems to remain the same: non-disabled individuals have a harder time interacting with disabled individuals the more they lack 3 things: eye contact, appropriate affect, verbal communication. If you have 2-3 of those, usually people don’t mind trying to interact with you. It’s ok that you can’t talk back if you can look at the person and smile while they chat with you. If your affect doesn’t match the situation, but you can make eye contact and speak, people might feel a little more uncomfortable yet they will still talk to you.

My sister can do none of those things. Therefore, to some people, it’s like she’s not a person.

Because she will continue rocking and shaking her toy when you talk to her, people act as if she cannot hear or does not understand they’re talking to her. Will it help if you say her name first so she knows you’re talking to her? Yes. After all, she is basically blind and not going to catch those eye contact cues. Is she going to know who someone is after one or two visits? Probably not. My sister takes a while to feel comfortable with new people/places so she might not smile or rock faster when you begin talking to her. Does this mean that she doesn’t enjoy your conversation or the attention? Absolutely not.  

I recently took my sister to get a haircut from the same lady who has been cutting her hair for years now. I only take her about once a year, my stepmom takes her the rest of the time, so I get to see the difference in their relationship more pronounced. The first time I took Olivia to Sherrie, she did not smile, she rocked a lot (which makes the haircut extra fun, I assure you), and made anxious noises. All the while, Sherrie talked to her in a nice, sweet voice, using Olivia’s name frequently, and speaking directly to her. When I took Olivia last month to Sherrie, she was so happy to see Sherrie (so to speak). Liv still rocked a little bit, but it was much less and she had a huge smile on her face the whole time. She was not very loud and any noises she made were happy squeals.

I was completely blown away by how much my sister liked and seemed to genuinely know her hairdresser (which really goes to show, the salon is really the place for ANY girl). Let’s say my sister gets 4-5 haircuts a year, and has gone to Sherrie for 3 years (ballpark figure, I can’t recall how long), that’s still a total of about 300 minutes that Olivia has known her. Less than a school day, for crying out loud. Yet, my sister enjoys her presence and responds to her in a way I’ve only seen her do with immediate family.

What makes Sherrie different from others is that she has mastered what our immediate family has: the art of a one-sided conversation. Yes, it is an art, and no, I don’t expect people to magically have it. It is definitely a learned skill and very uncomfortable if you’re not used to it. Let’s go back to the people in public who look at my sister when she makes noises or see their children looking at her when she’s being loud. Instead of continued staring or worrying their children are being offensive and telling them not to look, here are some things that I LOVE to happen:
  • ·         Say Hello! Even if it’s just to the person’s caregiver or you’re not sure if the person can hear you, say hello. It makes people feel acknowledged in a good way and you have no idea how wonderful a quick smile and ‘Hi!’ can make someone feel after they’ve been stared at for the last 15 minutes like the social pariah.
  • ·         Ask Questions! I LOVE when people ask questions about my sister because 1) that means they’ve approached us and are not just staring awkwardly, and 2) knowledge is power. If asking questions about my sister helps you and/or your child understand a little better so that the next time you see someone in wheelchair who’s rocking, my day has been made. Also, it gives me a chance to normalize her behavior and relate it to you. When kids ask why my sister’s rocking and I tell them, “That’s how she shows she’s happy”, they usually smile and look a little less scared of her.
  • ·         If saying something to someone when you know you won’t get a response is out of your comfort zone, pay a compliment. It requires no response, is friendly, and interactive. Yes, even if you’re not sure they’ll understand. Their caregiver will, and they will still understand your nice tone if nothing else.
  • ·         Instead of insisting your child stop pointing and turn around, which feels like you’re saying “Pretend they aren’t there”, explain in a matter of fact way that she is disabled. “Some people’s brains work differently.” “Some people can’t walk, so they need a wheelchair.” None of these are offensive to me and the fact that you’re normalizing ‘the other’ by explaining about people, which includes my sister, makes me very grateful.


So the next time you see someone who appears to be physically and intellectually disabled, I encourage you to start working on your one-sided conversation skills. The tiny part of your day that may be uncomfortable can literally make someone else’s day and help them and their family feel included in the community. 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Things I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self

Things I wish I could tell my teenage self:

1    1.      Tweezers and math are your best friends. For instance, let’s look at the following mathematical equations:
1 unibrow + 1 mustache < 1 friend      BUT
2 eyebrows + 0 mustaches(deodorant) > 1 friend

2    2.      There are days where you’ll look in the mirror, appraise your reflection, and KNOW deep down in your soul that you were most likely born a hermaphrodite and have secret testicles inside your body. It’s ok, champ. Because tomorrow is a new day and you might look like a lady again. Hang in there.

3    3.      No one will ever find you as funny as you find yourself. While this makes you moderately/severely awkward during adolescence, you manage to use this to your advantage during your twenties and bring the discomfort of others down to a mild level.

4    4.      Enjoy those desserts with no shame, because that idea you have of ‘I’ll be getting in shape soon’ is a pipe dream. Luckily, by the time you’re almost 30, you’ll stop caring that you don’t look like a model and start congratulating yourself on NOT looking like Jabba the Hut. Life becomes much less stressful when you embrace the Avoidant approach.

5    5.      Similar to #4, don’t miss out on social events because you’re ‘too fat’ to be seen in public. You see fat people all the time and it never ruins YOUR day. Also, if seeing an overweight girl is the worst thing that happens to someone that day, they can go ahead and hashtag their life ‘privileged’, then gtfo.

      6.      Hypochondriasis is real and the Symptom Checker on WebMD is your nemesis that must be avoided at all costs, unless you’re looking to have a full-blown panic attack about the cancer/tumor/rare disease you didn’t realize you had. Which you (probably) don’t. So seriously, stop praying to God every night that they’ll ‘find the cancer in time to do something about it’. Thanks.


8    7.      The phrase ‘there are plenty of fish in the sea’ does not actually apply to you. For most people, there is apparently a metaphorical ocean full of choices for them to choose from when finding The One and Only. For you, it would appear that instead of an ocean, you have a wading pool. That has 10 fish in it. And of the 10, only 2 live in America. Nowhere near Utah.
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Monday, June 22, 2015

It's All About the Dress...

Over the past 5 or so years, I've realized that I don't so much want to actually be married as I really just like the idea of being married. In theory, having someone around to do stuff with sounds great; in reality, I like not shaving my legs and binge watching Netflix having freedom to do whatever my little heart pleases. This is fine. I've made peace with the fact that I may not be destined to find my lobster ("lots of fish in the sea" and all that jazz is a completely different blog). And while I'm perfectly content at this wise, nearly-dead, almost-thirty stage of my life with my decision, the only thing that I truly regret is not so much the lack of husband, but the lack of wedding day.

Maybe I've been misunderstanding other brides' feelings about their wedding day up until now, but it seems like it's a lot more about them and how beautiful everything is than it is about what's-his-bucket being The One. The marriage? Yeah, that's about what's-his-bucket. The wedding day? Not so much. After all, why do shows like 'Say Yes to the Dress' exist if it's not about the gown?

At any rate, I feel like I am still deserving of a day where I invite everyone I know to a fancy location to watch me parade around in the most beautiful dress they've ever laid eyes on. I want to walk slowly past family and friends, who are *literally* sobbing into their handkerchiefs over the level of preciousness my dress and I are attaining, and stand in front of them on a rotating stage while someone takes photos/videotapes. While eating some catered food, I want family and friends to give toasts to me that contain a healthy balance of wishes of well-being for my future and humorous anecdotes about their memories of me. Is this too much to ask? Probably I don't think so. 

I think this idea really begins to take shape if the name of the event is changed from 'My Non-Wedding Wedding Day' to 'Jill's 30th Birthday Party'. This gives everyone plenty of prep time for their toasts and allows me a year and three months to prepare for my death 30th birthday. 

Additionally, I feel like this party/event/tasteful circus will hit two birds with one stone. Not only will I hit the 'Wedding Day' bird square in the kisser, but that sneaky '30th Birthday, congratulations you're practically dead, here's a cane and an AARP brochure' bastard of a bird will never see it coming. To ease me into my fourth decade here on Earth (Jesus, fourth decade...I just threw up in my mouth a little), I really feel like family, close friends, and a couple hundred acquaintances that are just there for the eclairs and atmosphere could bring this dream to fruition. Plus, it will be less weird when I hang an 11"x 14" classy portrait of myself in my home if it was from a Tribute/Living Funeral birthday party.

You have 15 months to prepare. I expect gifts and a toast from every individual nothing but your warm smiles on that day.

Editor's Note: I realize the amount of self-absorption in my life this article is unsettling a trifle much, however, I took a personality test years ago, and my psychologist said he was honestly surprised the Narcissism measure didn't score higher with me and I'm actually no more self-involved than the next girl. Rest easy.


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

You did NOT wake up like that...

I hate liars. I can't help it, I'm a truth-teller. Even when it's awkward and it might get me in trouble, or the people around me are clearly thinking, "Seriously...just fib a little...shit's getting a lil too real." Apparently being a little liar-face when I was 7 and getting grounded every other week for dishonesty took its toll (pointless lies too...sorry 3rd grade class, I was NOT born in Germany). Perhaps this is why I hate the hashtag 'I woke up like this'...but most likely it's just irritating.

First of all, no. No, you didn't just 'wake up like this'. You know how I know this? Because NO ONE looks good when they just woke up unless they're a baby or Charlie Hunnam (I can't imagine that he ever looks anything besides scrumptious, regardless of time of day). A photo taken immediately upon waking is not for the faint of heart. Pure, unadulterated bedhead and sleepy eyes can make a grown man cry. This. This is what it looks like when you 'woke up like this':



There are two groups of people who use this hashtag. The first group consists of girls who are *apparently* about to walk the red carpet. I get it. It's supposed to be ironic. I can't put my finger on why it drives me insane to see their bejeweled faces next to #iwokeuplikethis. Because OBVIOUSLY they didn't. But seeing ruby red lips, smokey eyelids, and lush curls falling in perfect spirals is only natural if you're routinely assaulted by Maybelline in your sleep.


The second group of girls who use this hashtag are the ones that really get my goat. They don't put on an obscene amount of makeup or have their hair super fancy, their appearance is just subtle enough to make you feel like the ugliest clownfish in the natural sea- 'Do other people really wake up like that?!' Up until this new trend I'd assumed.most people look like they've just survived a hostage situation in the morning.

So seriously. Stop with the lies. Kthnx.