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Andrew, Jr. · 12-29-2010, 10:45 AM

Cheryl,

Your post was wonderful. It makes perfect sense. I just struggle with the loss of those relationships I had. Let me give you an example of what I mean. Nothing was better than going to an Eagles Football game with my stepfather, drinking a beer, and talking about the cheerleaders. He called me HIS child, more importantly I felt like I belonged. I wasn't a misfit or wacko because of my tics, inability to read/comprehend something in front of me, or having that paniced feeling of being in a crowd. I had someone who understood, and was there to help me when I got that way. Nobody was there belittling me, laughing, pointing fingers, and so on. I was taken out of the situation. He paid for a club box so it would be easier for me to go with him. For years, we were there at every Eagles game. I treasure those memories, and the fact that he had the money to pay for that. It was a blessing.

I think grief is different for those of us who are handicapped. Everyone grieves their own way. But for those who are handicapped, it is much more intense. What is in our mind, and what we are able to verbalize is so hard to do. I know that is how it is for me.

Again, thank you for your post.

12-29-2010, 10:45 AM	#154
Andrew, Jr. Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Me Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Over the Rainbow in a House Posts: 5,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,004 Thanked 5,249 Times in 2,216 Posts Rep Power: 0	Cheryl, Your post was wonderful. It makes perfect sense. I just struggle with the loss of those relationships I had. Let me give you an example of what I mean. Nothing was better than going to an Eagles Football game with my stepfather, drinking a beer, and talking about the cheerleaders. He called me HIS child, more importantly I felt like I belonged. I wasn't a misfit or wacko because of my tics, inability to read/comprehend something in front of me, or having that paniced feeling of being in a crowd. I had someone who understood, and was there to help me when I got that way. Nobody was there belittling me, laughing, pointing fingers, and so on. I was taken out of the situation. He paid for a club box so it would be easier for me to go with him. For years, we were there at every Eagles game. I treasure those memories, and the fact that he had the money to pay for that. It was a blessing. I think grief is different for those of us who are handicapped. Everyone grieves their own way. But for those who are handicapped, it is much more intense. What is in our mind, and what we are able to verbalize is so hard to do. I know that is how it is for me. Again, thank you for your post.