The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

One of the craziest assignments I’ve gotten to date is the assignment of talking about myself. Of course, it would be very challenging for people to think that I have difficulty talking about myself when I have a blog that exposes parts of my life, the good, the bad, the ugly, and, I guess, Evil.

 I think it’s so cliché when people have to speak about themselves, but I guess this is part of who I am. The main reason why I find it challenging to talk about myself is that I don’t believe I’m an inspiring person.

 I’m your average everyday woman trying to break a barrier in front of me. I have four older siblings, and then, to everyone’s surprise, my mom got pregnant with my brother and me. Of course, many people think being pregnant with twins would be the biggest surprise.

 Still, now the biggest surprise was that my brother and I would come with some unwanted challenges.

 But, of course, we would have no idea what those challenges would be until we hit the six-month check-up. That’s when the doctor’s diagnosed with cerebral palsy. So my brother and I were born at seven months at two pounds and one ounce each.

The meaning of cerebral palsy (CP) is a group of disorders that affect a person’s ability to move and maintain balance and posture. CP is the most common motor disability in childhood. Cerebral means having to do with the brain. Palsy means weakness or problems with using the muscles. I was considered the stronger twin when we were born because I did not need as much assistance as my brother. My brother had a lot of machines until we were both released from the hospital.

My family immigrated from the Dominican republic looking for the American dream. Anybody from a foreign country to the states. Still, my mom had no idea what was waiting for Her coming here to the United States, never learning to speak the language, and now having to learn how to raise two children with special needs with other children to grow. My dad had never been a full-time dad. 

He had always been in and out. So my mother is the only person that’s been consistent in my life, whether I want it or not. 

She’s my superhero even though we bump heads a lot because she feels the need to protect me from the world that I’ve always understood never going to be nice to people that are different or unique in their way. 

The biggest battle my mom and I struggle with is her being able to see me as an adult, Not just someone who could never take care of herself because of her body’s limitations.

 My mom puts more restrictions on my disability than I do myself because I understand my rules, but that does not mean I should not live whatever people consider everyday life.

 It’s unbearable to come to terms with the fact that I will always need around-the-clock it’s intolerable to come to terms with the truth will always need around clock.

 I could assume anyone reading this would have to think to themselves, what would I have to get used to when I’ve been disabled for 40 years of my life, so there’s nothing to get used to because I lived this way for 40 years.

After forty years of people treating me like I like broken, I’m capable of doing one thing for myself. My everyday life consists of people helping me with my basic needs regarding showering and getting dressed, sometimes feeding, depending on what my hands are doing that day. 

When people mean people believe that I haven’t made it because I have people who are catering to me at all times every day of my life. People have no idea how much I would love to have the ability to go to the bathroom on my own without anyone’s assistance or get into bed by myself. I’m 40 years old.

 I’ve never experienced anything without help; the only thing I have experienced on my own can be love and sharing my life with people through my blog or other ways.

 I would love to experience being able to physically depend on myself and no one else but of course, that would never happen.

So that’s something I’ve excepted but also struggle with because there are ignorant people in the world who feel like people with disabilities should be cornered or put away somewhere because we don’t look like everybody else or don’t function like everybody else.

 I might not have the physical capabilities I desire to take care of myself, but I have a fantastic ability with words and exposing myself and my story.

Not many people agree with everything I put on paper, but it’s my story, and who else will tell it better than me because I’m the one living every day?

When people ask me how I feel about my body, I describe it as a prison because I’m unable to do anything for myself, so I’m living a life sentence. So writing is a fantastic outlet for me because words are powerful and meaningful. 

I have had people in my life tell me that my writing is trash because I don’t always write correctly. After all, sometimes, my brain goes faster than my hands.

Indeed, I don’t express myself well enough, so people sometimes make me understand.

I love writing.

It has been my best friend throughout my life, and I might never be a famous author, but as long as I can put a little piece of myself in the world and get a bit of what I am, I am calm. Of course, one of my most significant is to see my name published in a magazine for my ego, but if I could be truthful, I would love to show all those people that once again doubt me and my abilities.

Since I was born, my abilities have always been questioned. However, I believe there is a god; I have overcome many obstacles in life.

One of the craziest assignments I’ve gotten to date is the assignment of talking about myself. Of course, it would be very challenging for people to think that I have difficulty talking about myself when I have a blog that exposes parts of my life, the good, the bad, the ugly, and, I guess, Evil.

 I think it’s so cliché when people have to speak about themselves, but I guess this is part of who I am. The main reason why I find it challenging to talk about myself is that I don’t believe I’m an inspiring person.

 I’m your average everyday woman trying to break a barrier in front of me. I have four older siblings, and then, to everyone’s surprise, my mom got pregnant with my brother and me. Of course, many people think being pregnant with twins would be the biggest surprise.

 Still, now the biggest surprise was that my brother and I would come with some unwanted challenges.

 But, of course, we would have no idea what those challenges would be until we hit the six-month check-up. That’s when the doctor’s diagnosed with cerebral palsy. So my brother and I were born at seven months at two pounds and one ounce each.

The meaning of cerebral palsy (CP) is a group of disorders that affect a person’s ability to move and maintain balance and posture. CP is the most common motor disability in childhood. Cerebral means having to do with the brain. Palsy means weakness or problems with using the muscles. I was considered the stronger twin when we were born because I did not need as much assistance as my brother. My brother had a lot of machines until we were both released from the hospital.

My family immigrated from the Dominican republic looking for the American dream. Anybody from a foreign country to the states. Still, my mom had no idea what was waiting for Her coming here to the United States, never learning to speak the language, and now having to learn how to raise two children with special needs with other children to grow. My dad had never been a full-time dad. 

He had always been in and out. So my mother is the only person that’s been consistent in my life, whether I want it or not. 

She’s my superhero even though we bump heads a lot because she feels the need to protect me from the world that I’ve always understood never going to be nice to people that are different or unique in their way. 

The biggest battle my mom and I struggle with is her being able to see me as an adult, Not just someone who could never take care of herself because of her body’s limitations.

 My mom puts more restrictions on my disability than I do myself because I understand my rules, but that does not mean I should not live whatever people consider everyday life.

 It’s unbearable to come to terms with the fact that I will always need around-the-clock it’s intolerable to come to terms with the truth will always need around clock.

 I could assume anyone reading this would have to think to themselves, what would I have to get used to when I’ve been disabled for 40 years of my life, so there’s nothing to get used to because I lived this way for 40 years.

After forty years of people treating me like I like broken, I’m capable of doing one thing for myself. My everyday life consists of people helping me with my basic needs regarding showering and getting dressed, sometimes feeding, depending on what my hands are doing that day. 

When people mean people believe that I haven’t made it because I have people who are catering to me at all times every day of my life. People have no idea how much I would love to have the ability to go to the bathroom on my own without anyone’s assistance or get into bed by myself. I’m 40 years old.

 I’ve never experienced anything without help; the only thing I have experienced on my own can be love and sharing my life with people through my blog or other ways.

 I would love to experience being able to physically depend on myself and no one else but of course, that would never happen. So that’s something I’ve excepted but also struggle with because there are ignorant people in the world who feel like people with disabilities should be cornered or put away somewhere because we don’t look like everybody else or don’t function like everybody else.

 I might not have the physical capabilities I desire to take care of myself, but I have a fantastic ability with words and exposing myself and my story. Not many people agree with everything I put on paper, but it’s my story, and who else will tell it better than me because I’m the one living every day? When people ask me how I feel about my body, I describe it as a prison because I’m unable to do anything for myself, so I’m living a life sentence. Writing is a fantastic outlet for me because words are powerful and meaningful. 

I have had people in my life tell me that my writing is trash because I don’t always write correctly. After all, sometimes, my brain goes faster than my hands. Indeed, I don’t express myself well enough, so people sometimes make me understand. I love writing. It has been my best friend throughout my life, and I might never be a famous author, but as long as I can put a little piece of myself in the world and get a bit of what I am, I am calm. One of my most significant is to see my name published in a magazine for my ego, but if I could be truthful, I would love to show all those people that once again doubt me and my abilities.

Since I was born, my abilities have always been questioned. I believe there is a god; I have overcome many obstacles in life. However, my biggest accomplishment is calling myself a freelance writer. Time’s magazine, I want to take this time and say thank you for making my dream come true. It’s how or where I started making my dreams come true it’s how I finish making my dreams come true.

My disability has been my most significant punishment and motivation to say I belong.

However, my biggest accomplishment is calling myself a freelance writer.

Time’s magazine, I want to take this time and say thank you for making my dream come true. It’s how or where I started making my dreams come true it’s how I finish making my dreams come true.

My disability has been my most significant punishment and motivation to say I belong.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis