Showing posts with label disabilities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disabilities. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Touching Email and Thank You Readers


I received an email from a lady in Tennessee a couple of weeks ago that touched my heart greatly. No, it wasn't from this blog, but my other blog at the Cockeyed Homestead and it touched my heart at a time when I really needed it.

I have readers that have been with me for years. Only a few actually comment, but many other email me through the contact option. Sometimes, I forget what an impact my blog has on others. I'm just chatting away on things in my life. It's a saga...a never ending story that is my life. I hope to inspire, motivate, and bless others with my blogs.

I don't always know for sure even with the high hit counts in the analysis charts. Many may just scan a bit and find out it's not what they were looking for like I do when researching a subject. The internet is great for that. But to know someone is actually reading and digesting what I've written is great. To know that I've actually succeeded in my goal is awesome. It is a reaffirmation to me that I really am answering a calling by blogging.

Thank you readers.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Redefining Disability Project~ Post #8

It's Tuesday again and time for a question from...
http://rosebfischer.com/2014/07/01/redefining-disability-an-interactive-blogging-project/  
Is your work or school life affected by disability?

Since I no longer work, teach, or go to school, I'll have to post from an older disability story.

After my divorce, I decided to go back to college again. You know me, a forever student. I'd succeeded getting out of my wheelchair, walking with two canes attached to my arms, and was down to one cane used while walking. While I could climb stairs with my cane, I wasn't great at climbing stairs. I couldn't carry my books because of their weight, so I had a wheel luggage cart with my book bag strapped to it.

Knowing my limitations, I carefully chose classes that were downstairs or there was elevator access to the classes. Dragging the cart up and down stairs with me walking with a cane was down right dangerous. There was one building that did not have elevator access and had classes upstairs. So I made sure I had none of my classes there. This was before ADA came into effect so there was very little recourse.

I was excited to be in college again. Brain power was my equalizer over a disabled body. I always did pretty well grades wise in college, if the National Honor Society is any indication. I chose Study Skills, which was a technical credit class because I had been out of college for ten years. It was the third day of class and there was a note on the door saying the class had been moved to the gym clear across campus. With a sigh, I walked over to the gym only to find the class was upstairs.

This was the one building without elevator access on campus. I looked up at the stairs.Knowing I couldn't make it to the first landing of the dog legged shaped stairwell. I finally made my way back to the Student Union feeling old beyond my years, and frustration and anger building to the breaking point.

I went to my usual table and a couple of friends were sitting there. I slung my wheeled cart towards them and it hit the wall as I sat down. I began blubbering like an idiot, angry tears streaming, unchecked down my cheeks. "I quit! I just can't do it!" My friends rushed to my side trying to find out what happened. Eventually the story came out. One of my friends ran upstairs to get the head of Student Affairs while another one ran to the girls restroom for some tissue.

After talking to the Vice President of the college, he assured me that it would be straightened out. He allowed me to wash my face, called my adviser, and then took me to the President's office. He explained my predicament. My adviser explained how we had looked at each class' location before registering and how we allowed travel time between classes so I wouldn't be late. The President listened carefully and then asked me how to make it right.

My demands...
1. More notice that class locations before changing them especially with handicapped students attending.
2. That the class that was moved upstairs be moved downstairs so I might attend.

He, the President, thought about it for a moment and agreed. He also arranged for security in their golf carts to take me to class and take me to my next class. He noted that I wasn't the only student with disabilities attending classes. They also might have needs that weren't being met. He looked me square in the eyes and asked if I minded being his liaison between the campus and these students. After what I had been through, I readily agreed. I became the first disabilities liaison person for the college before ADA made concessions mandatory.

In the first meeting between the students and myself, I was told several easily fixable
concessions and one harder one. I went back to the President with these problems. Within a week all these problem were solved. Each quarter afterwards, new students came with issues. They were weighed and always granted.

The extra wheelchair ramps took some time to complete because as a state agency they had get approval for funding and put the job out for bids but they were built as were automatic doors. We had three students who were paraplegic. By the time ADA was ratified our campus needed very few accommodations to be met. We, the students, had identified and the college had addressed most of the issues.

Oh as a post note to this story...
The student who ran upstairs to get the Vice President of Student Affairs was to become my present day husband.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Sunday Stroke Survival~ Gonna Take a Sea Cruise?

In a previous life's career, I was a disabilities coordinator for a local college long before ADA came into being. I was also a consultant for Carnival Cruise lines in the area of accessibility for disabled persons.

You see, I was disabled prior to my stroke, but for the most part it was an invisible disability. I had rods and screws in my back and artificial joints. I was well qualified for the positions and also well versed in ADA.

There are several things you must do and realize before you take a cruise.

Ships are internationally registered and are not subject to ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act). They do not legally have to make concessions for you as a disabled person. Things like accessible bathrooms and elevator access are offered as an added benefit to customers.

Forewarned is forearmed. Ask before you book your trip and find out exactly what accommodations they offer. Saying they accept disabled persons or have reasonable accommodations is not enough.
  • Access onto and off the ship. How to get around the ship. How big is the elevator?
  • Bathrooms around the ship with accessibility. You might not be close to your room when the urge to go hits.
  • Dining options
  • Excursions- remember you are going to a foreign country. ADA does not apply. You may want to go to the underwater aquarium in the Bahamas but be aware the circular stairs going down are going to be accessible with a walker or wheelchair. Transport to various sites are by taxi, boat, or bus.
  • Your room- The room they designate for handicapped passengers may not be any bigger than a standard sized room. The bathroom may have handrails and a walk-in shower. This does not mean a roll in shower. If you require a bath stool, more than likely you will have to bring your own. Ask first.
  • How far is the elevators to your room? Most cruise books have drawn layouts of the floors but that does not tell you distance.
  • How much does the boat rock in rough seas? Balance is of the utmost importance to prevent falls. Several of the larger cruise liners have stabilizers which minimize the rocking under normal conditions, but hurricanes, squalls, and assorted other weather conditions will provide you with a challenge in motivating.
  • How available is the staff to help you if the need or an emergency arises? While a cruise line may advertise 1 crew member per 10 passengers this includes maintenance, laundry, kitchen, and other staff.
  • If in doubt ask around. Find a previous person who has cruised on this ship before preferably one with disabilities similar to yours.
Some horror stories about cruising with disabilities that I encountered on various cruises.
Nothing like the ship breaking down or sinking that has hit cruise liners for the past couple of years more inconveniences with being disabled. While working for Carnival I cruised on four to five cruises a year to various destinations. Carnival is the largest cruise lines which owns several other companies.

I cruised as a secret shopper to see just how well Carnival's ships stacked up to the ADA challenges. While some engineer or legal beagle could tell or do what accommodations should be made, it is totally different than being disabled cruising on their ships. I reported directly to the president's office with no one else the wiser. With Atlantic, Caribbean, Canal, Alaska, West Coast, Mediterranean, and Asia to choose from I never cruised the same ship twice unless requested to do so. I always booked a handicapped room. It costs more but it's more centrally located. This was a perk.  But I digress...

We were practicing the emergency station drill. Where was my emergency station? Up two gangway ladders. I couldn't climb stairs.

I was snorkeling in Cozumel and dislocated my artificial hip. I was 200 ft from shore. Once back on shore, I popped the hip back in place. I spent the next two days of the cruise in a wheelchair.  Traversing the ship by manual power wheelchair is a trip. When the ship is the length of two football fields with multiple levels, you'll definitely get your exercise just going to dinner.

The onboard doctor is used to treating seasickness, but can halfway handle bonafide emergencies. He is expensive!

Carry the bottle for all prescriptions including over the counter drugs. Customs, Immigration, and drug enforcement officials may board any ship. One of those weekly pill caddies should be left at home. Different countries have different ideas of what constitutes an over the counter drug. I was detained and questioned.

While invisibly handicapped, I was ushered to the disembarking exit only to be confronted with a long set of stairs at the end of the cruise. It meant going against the stream of disembarking passengers to back track to an elevator. "Excuse me, pardon me, ah heck get outta my way!" One hundred tromped feet later, we were at the elevator.

Once, a fellow passenger slipped and fell in the shower. He died. It just so happened that he was in the room across from ours. The entire passageway was closed and we weren't allowed out of our room for four hours. No drinks or food until the body was removed. It turned out the passenger had a heart attack in the shower. I should mention that this occurred at our scheduled dinner hour. I also had two of four young daughters (10 and 12) with me. Really tight quarters.

Like I said previously, no mechanical difficulties or the ship sinking, but I can only imagine what the cruise would be like for me now with one side paralyzed. While I've been tempted, I haven't gotten the nerve up yet to try cruising again. Then again, I'm older and wiser now. Nah! I'll keep my feet on shore for now. Now cruisin' by car is another story.

Nothing is impossible with determination.