Hello beautiful people! I'm always looking for inspiration... Being someone who is addicted to the T.V, music and the internet, this is where I find most of it. Today too, I saw a video that taught me to feel good about myself - to feel beautiful! This video reinforced the fact that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When you watch this you realize that Vatika not only advertises long and healthy hair but also teaches you to look beyond appearance...in yourself and in others. People have always had many questions about the scars on my hands. I never felt the need to hide them from the world. I was never ashamed of them. People around me never let me feel that way. This video just confirmed that I don't need to be.
Watching this also reminded me of C.H. Cooley's Looking Glass Self Theory. In this Cooley explains human psychology. All individuals, irrespective of their age, view themselves based on how they think the world views them. In Cooley's words, I'm not what I think I'm, I'm not what you think I'm. I'm what I think, you think I'm. It may sound complicated but it is the truth of all our lives. We see the society as a mirror. It is true that the entire society is a mirror but the opinion of the important people in your life matters the most. Beauty is everywhere. So lets stop defining it and start seeing it :)
Today (December 3) is International Day of Persons With Disabilities. Every year, I make it a point to post something in my blog to create awareness. But every year I encounter a question – what new things can I tell the world about my disability? A lack of clarity makes me fear that I may be giving you the same information year after year. We need wheelchair friendly infrastructure in cities, inclusive educational institutions are required and more job opportunities for the disabled are a must. We know this. All this is about what can be done for me. For a change, I thought I must write about what I can do for myself. Even after the government, doctors, teachers, family, friends and God have done their part, complete benefit is possible only when I start taking care of myself. Saying Yes To Professional Help I used the term professional help because it means different things for people with different kind of disabilities. For some it could be speech therapy and for ...
It is a story of being stuck. A story of limited resources. A story where everything is as precious as gold and maybe gold is not as precious any more. With my disability I feel a little more confined than all of you. Maybe now you are getting a tad bit of a taste of my life. But it's not all that bad. I get to turn my attention to things I never had time for. I went back to my childhood through tv shows and coloring books to rediscover the joy. The lockdown made me appreciate things that I had taken for granted. Next time I step out I'll probably be happy that I have somewhere to go even if it just to the office. Traffic and crowds won't be an annoyance anymore. They'll be the normalcy that I've been craving for. The feeling of maddening isolation has made me connect more often to my loved ones than I otherwise did. I realized that we (at least I) have spent most of my time in isolation anyway, excluding the occasional parties of course :p We're probabl...
I am so glad I kept my Yahoo mail active. I usually use it as a backup to send those files/information that I want to delete from my phone and other email accounts. Few minutes ago, I was casually looking at my old emails flooding my inbox and I found an incredibly positive description of my disability. I don't remember writing this at all. It is very similar to my recent blog post so I decided to call it part 2. I hope it brings you as much joy as it brought me. July 25, 2020 I'm starting to realize that disability has never been the bad guy in my life. Somehow, it didn't bother me as child, but it won't let me be at peace as an adult. What's changed? Perhaps my expectations of myself after I understood the real world. When I fail to meet my new expectations and those of others, I feel trapped in an unsolvable chaos. As a kid I never felt like I'm troubling someone while they took care of me. Now, it bothers me a lot to ask people to do anything more than...
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