tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27767604465193663772024-03-06T08:10:16.153+01:00Ila's crazy thoughtsA journey through my adventures, thoughts and experiences living with Cerebral PalsyIlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-51574517569781327722016-02-23T21:02:00.000+01:002016-02-23T21:02:49.199+01:00Great news!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I'm sorry I have been neglecting this blog for a while, my Master's classes keep me busy.</div>
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I have been taking a few tests and I passed them all, so I'm pretty happy. </div>
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I will be applying for another semester in Germany because I really want to go back to Bochum, so fingers crossed! I hope I can spend the next winter term at RUB.</div>
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Here's the best news ever: I will be attending the WCMX World Championship in April! (you can read David's guest post about last year's event <a href="http://ilapushes.blogspot.it/2015/05/wcmx-world-championship-guest-post-by.html">here</a>).</div>
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I think I have said it before, but I will say it again: I have the best friends. I feel very lucky to have so many great people that support me. </div>
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I am very excited about the trip, it will be my first time flying overseas on my own (and yes, my mom is a bit worried!). I pushed to be able to live this experience on my own because I think it will make me grow as a person, and once I get to Dallas the whole WCMX family will be waiting for me, so I really don't think I'll be lonely! </div>
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Another good thing happened in the last month: I rocked the interview to volunteer at the first summer camp for kids with special needs in Italy! I will be taking part in the training weekend next month and I hope to be volunteering in August. I am looking forward to visiting the camp and starting this new experience! I will update as soon as I can so stay tuned.</div>
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-1875700239701472372015-11-01T20:49:00.001+01:002016-12-04T20:40:00.351+01:00More than awesome part 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
My trip to Germany was great. I had to wake up at 4am to go to the airport and, when the plane landed in Weeze, it took me more than two hours to get to Dortmund, but it was definitely worth it! On that day I even managed to watch the end of Anna's Bachelor presentation at the skatepark.</div>
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I was so happy to be able to spend some time with Lisa and David and go to the Rehacare, the biggest exposition of disability-related products in Europe. I had been to the Expo last year and I had so much fun, but this year was even better: they built a small skatepark with drops, roll-ins and even rails.</div>
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The first day of the Expo was the best day of my life: I got to see Mike Box again (I hadn't seen him in a year) and he brought a WCMX chair for me! He made me the happiest girl in the world. I love him so much and he makes me feel so loved when he's there for me. I also love my new chair and I spent the next few days skating with the guys, I even took part in a couple shows. I have learned so much with this chair, it really took my skating and my confidence to the next level. I am so thankful to Mike for giving me this opportunity. In the last few weeks I've been thinking about how many people love and support me and my passion, and I feel so lucky because I know I wouldn't be where I am without them. I have decided I want to make a difference in my country, so I will work as hard as I can to improve my skating. Once I'm good enough, I want to start workshops just like David does, so that kids and adults on chairs can try WCMX in Italy, and hopefully fall in love with it.</div>
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During my week in Germany I even managed to go to dinner with my friend Megan. I loved spending some time with her and talking about our crazy lives and my love for my new chair. We went to an Indian restaurant (my first time!) and the food was very spicy, but it tasted good! After dinner I realized if I went home I'd get there at about 2am, so I decided to sleep over at Megan's, even though her apartment is not accessible and I had to climb the stairs (we did have some fun in the process anyway). </div>
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My last day in Dortmund did not start in the best way: I was home alone packing my bags and suddenly there was no power in the whole apartment. When Lisa and David came home, they spent an hour on the phone trying to figure out why. In the end, they had to go to the office, that meant I had to get to the railway station on my own (with two wheelchairs). We said goodbye and I started rolling towards the subway, pushing myself with one hand and the other chair with the other arm, my big backpack on the old chair. It was not easy because there were hills and curbs, which wouldn't be a problem without the extra chair, but can get tricky when you have to push something besides yourself. With the help of a couple people, I managed to take the train. When I got to the railway station, things got easy: I even had fun rolling with my two chairs on the flat ground!</div>
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During my train ride to the airport, everyone was looking at me because I was sitting between two wheelchairs; one was weird (the WCMX chair has shocks like a bike and a grind bar, so it looks different) and upside down (it has no brakes, so I sit on the train seat and tip it over to prevent it from rolling away), the other chair had a huge backpack on it. </div>
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The flight back was good and I was able to take both chairs on board without extra costs (and without arguments!). I am now taking my Masters' classes, so I probably won't be blogging much, but stay tuned because I might have rad news coming soon!</div>
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This is how I'd describe my life right now: more than awesome. The past few weeks have been crazy, so many great things have happened.</div>
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For my project, I had chosen to do the translation and subtitling of my favorite TV series, <i>Push Girls</i>. The professor liked my idea and I managed to get it done in time for October's graduation session. On the week of my dissertation, a good friend of mine came from Florence and she spent a few days at my place so that she could be there on that day. She is pregnant with her first child (a baby girl!) and I loved spending some time with her and getting to feel the baby moving in her belly.</div>
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On the day of the dissertation, my best friend came to my house early so that she could do my hair. We wanted to try a pretty complicated hairstyle and it took forever to get it done, but I like how it turned out. I am very lucky to have my own personal hairstylist! </div>
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The dissertation in itself was not bad, but I had to wait for over two hours until it was my turn. When I got in, I started talking and then I wanted to show a clip from the subtitled episode. I had gone to University the week before just to try the video: everything had worked fine. What we didn't know was that the computer was going to be the same, but they moved it to a different room and they forgot to move the speakers, so my video was mute. Somehow I managed to go on and my final grade was the top grade, so everyone was happy. Later that day, I spent some time with a few friends and my family and we celebrated together.</div>
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When I sent a picture of my graduation to my friends in Germany, they asked why I have "a tree" on my head. It is a tradition in Italy. When you graduate University you wear that crown instead of gowns and caps. The laurel wreath was common among poets in the past, now it represents culture and graduation.<br />
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The true highlight of the month was my week in Germany, but it definitely deserves a post of its own, so stay tuned! I'll be posting about it soon.<br />
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I am finally done writing my Bachelor project, I only have to get my presentation ready, so I can start blogging again. I haven't been doing much since my last post because, as you know, I've had a lot of work to do. But I had so much fun last weekend, and I will tell you about it.</div>
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A good friend of mine was going to be in my town the whole weekend to promote a wheelchair version of the Segway and he asked me to join him so that we could have some fun together. It was part of an event, the <i>Outdoor fest,</i> which included, among many other sports, a FMX show. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love action sports, so I was stoked when I heard that I could even get to ride on their bikes.</div>
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The first day was pretty fun, I loved spending some time with my friend and using Genny, the wheelchair he was promoting. Unfortunately, the bikes were not there yet.</div>
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On Saturday I woke up early and decided to spend the whole day at the event, I didn't want to miss any FMX show and I wanted to ride Genny on the beach.</div>
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When I got there, one of the riders started talking to me and I told him that if I was going to ride with him he had to do something cool, because I am used to watching FMX and a little speed won't be enough to satisfy my needs. We started joking around and then he made me ride with him, I had fun even though he didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, it was pretty windy, so they couldn't really do the show as planned. </div>
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I went to lunch with my friend and then we tried the chairs on the beach. It was a great feeling because I could move around in the sand without having to walk (I hate walking!). He said I am a good rider and we were both happy.</div>
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I spent most of the afternoon in the FMX area: even though it was still windy and they couldn't do many shows, they were all very nice and fun to be around. One of my favorite things about action sports is that most riders are very kind to each other and in general, sometimes it almost feels like family. </div>
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After dinner the wind was not as strong and they could jump under the fireworks. It was a beautiful show, but at some point it started raining hard, so they had to stop.</div>
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As I have mentioned in my <a href="http://ilapushes.blogspot.it/2015/08/update-on-feelings-and-travel.html">previous post</a>, I spent a great week in Germany last month. I was so happy to spend some time with my friends. </div>
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On Friday, Lisa and I went to lunch with another friend of mine. After lunch, we went to David's workplace and his Italian coworker fixed my spoke (thanks!). It had been loose for a couple weeks and I thought I had to replace it, I am so glad he could fix it in a few minutes! </div>
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As soon as David was done with work, we got on the train to go visit Lisa's parents. There was a family party going on and I am so happy I was invited because I always enjoy my time there. It was nice to spend some time with Lisa's mom and meet her grandparents.</div>
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On Saturday and Sunday we ate a lot of good food (thanks Simone!) and we visited Lisa's dad. Lisa, David and I went around town and practiced some wheelchair skills: I rolled down some stairs, then there was a curb that we wanted to get on, but I thought it was too high for me to go up. David and Lisa did it and they kept telling me I had to try, so I did. Sometimes they annoy me when they keep saying I should do something that I think is too hard, but then I realise they just do it because they love me and they want me to get better at it and become more independent. When I tried, my wheelie was not high enough and I fell on my elbow, but at least I was on the curb! I was getting up when a couple walked by and wanted to help. It is something I can do on my own, so we all politely declined. At that point, the man insisted and started getting mad at my friends for not letting him help. I think he even insulted them. When the couple finally walked away, we kept rolling. </div>
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Walking people, I think it is fine that you ask me if I need help <b>if you see me struggling</b>, but please do not offer your help whenever you see me around town. If there is anything I need, I will ask. And, most importantly,<b> if I say I don't need help, please do not try to help in any way</b> and don't keep staring. Also, please <b>never touch me or my chair without permission</b>: I know you are trying to help, but I might want to do that on my own or you might actually do something wrong, especially if you are not sure how to help.</div>
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We were on one side of the park, and there were two paths to get to the other side: one of them was long and even, the other one was shorter but very steep, and it had a few lines of cobblestones. I took the steep one, and I am so glad I did. As I was working my way up the hill, my bag and jacket fell off of my lap, and I had to stop to pick them up. If you have ever used a wheelchair, you know it gets a lot harder when you have to go up a steep hill with no run-up. There was a guy standing there, and he asked me if I needed help. I could have used some help, but I took that as a challenge, I had chosen the hard path for a reason and I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. As I was trying to go up that hill, the guy started discussing with Lisa. She told him I am an adult and I can make my own decisions, and he replied that I don't look like one or something like that. He said I could fall, as if adults didn't fall. If I fall, I will get back up. Lisa told me to try it backwards, and it worked. When I finally got up the hill, I was happy. She told me she was proud: that was a reminder that she only acts like that because she cares, and that I should believe in myself and try new stuff everyday, because if I don't try I won't learn. I think that was the most important moment of the week.</div>
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Wednesday was my last day in Germany. Lisa brought me to David's workplace to say goodbye, then we went to my University in Bochum, were we had lunch with two of my friends. After lunch I had to get my bags and say goodbye to Lisa. I took the train with one of the girls and got to the airport. </div>
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I hate leaving Germany. In Italy, people often ask me about the Germans. We have this stereotype that Germans are cold, detached people. I don't think it is true. It could be that I have been extremely lucky, but almost every German I have met was very kind. When I am in Germany, I am surrounded by people that make me feel at home. </div>
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When I lived in Germany, Italian was the language of my thoughts, Skype calls and a few italian friends. That instantly came back when I got to the airport in Düsseldorf and I could feel my brain "changing the setting" as I got off the plane in Milan. Coming back to Italy in March, after six months in Germany, it took me at least a couple weeks to get used to the fact that everyone around me was speaking Italian.</div>
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<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-40531985838909166762015-08-03T22:22:00.001+02:002015-08-03T22:30:09.030+02:00Update on feelings and travel<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hey! I am sorry I have been neglecting this blog for a while, but now I am done with all my exams and ready for an update.</div>
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As you know, I went to my friends' wedding last month. It was amazing. I was so happy for them, and it really made me feel like I am growing up. This was the first time I went to a went to a wedding of a friend of mine that was not a family friend or a relative. We had so much fun, ate tons of food, danced and laughed. In case anyone is wondering, I did wear a dress.</div>
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Those who know me will know I never wear dresses, but before my friends decided to get married I had told them I'd wear a dress on that day, and that I would buy it with the bride. </div>
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A few weeks before the wedding, my friend and I went on a mission to find the perfect dress for me. After checking about three shops, we found a green dress that we both liked and I bought the first dress of my life. It felt weird to be wearing a dress because I never do, but then I got used to it and many people liked it. I've had a few people compliment my shoes (green Chucks) as well, even though some people had told me I shouldn't wear them at a wedding (I didn't care).</div>
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A couple weeks ago I passed my last exam (yay!) and packed my bag. I couldn't wait to go back to Germany, the place I call home (you know, home is where the heart is).</div>
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I woke up at 4am and left for Milan, where the airport is. We drove for about two hours and when I got there I checked in, had my chair tagged and the assistance guy started questioning my ability to walk up the stairs. After a quick discussion, I told them to do whatever they wanted, they could carry me up the stairs with their chair (which would require two more people and about 30 more minutes) or let me walk. They let me walk.</div>
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When I said goodbye to my dad, they couldn't believe I was traveling alone. This happens every single time, and I wonder why they think it's so weird that a wheelchair user wants to fly alone. However, I'm not going to get into this now, because I have other things to write about.</div>
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While I was waiting to board the plane, the assistance guy asked me why I had my helmet with me. I told him about WCMX and he asked to watch a video because he couldn't believe me. I showed him a video and he was impressed.</div>
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I boarded the plane and I was very happy when I started recognizing the landscape around the airport in Germany. I had a huge smile on my face when I rolled through the doors to find Lisa waiting for me. She was holding a paper with my surname on it, then she flipped it over and I could read "Welcome home". We hugged and got ready to take the train home. She had brought cool Spezi (my favorite german drink, it's cola mixed with orange soda), because she knows we don't have it in Italy and I missed it so much. This girl knows how to make me happy.</div>
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When we got to the railway station in Dortmund, I really felt like I was home. I know that place so well: I would travel to Dortmund almost everyday during my <a href="http://ilapushes.blogspot.it/2015/03/bochum-part-1.html">semester in Bochum</a>. We rolled to the 4ma to give a hug to David and the guys and I was so happy to see everyone again. Then, we took the car and went to Bochum, so that I could see my university and my room again. I said hello to a friend there and chatted with Vici for a while. That evening we had pesto for dinner and went to sleep, I was exhausted.</div>
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On Thursday, the weather was pretty bad, so we decided to sleep in. I got my brother a birthday present, then we went out to get lunch and we watched a movie on the couch with ice cream (I know, we are lazy). I had to pack my bag for the following day: we were going to spend the weekend at Lisa's parents' house, which I will tell you about in my next post. Stay tuned!</div>
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<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-14077443937360297742015-06-25T21:32:00.001+02:002015-06-27T19:11:23.482+02:00To my angry "teammate"<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">You often yell at me for leaving adaptive equipment set up at the gym. You know me, so you know it’s hard, and in some cases, impossible for me to put it away on my own and I have to ask someone to help.</span></div>
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I know you and have never viewed you as a mean person. When you get mad at me, I try not to take it personally. Maybe you just had a bad day. Everyone has bad days.</div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">But I don’t think you’re right. I don’t think you can blame me for leaving the equipment around. It’s not my equipment. It belongs to the gym and it’s where it should be. I don’t complain when I come in and find your bench in place, so why do you have to complain if you find mine?</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">I know most people on our powerlifting team use the regular bench, but I also know I find it there way more often than you find mine. And I know I can’t move it on my own, but you can.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Today, I saw you walking into the gym as I was parking my car. I knew you’d find the adaptive bench. I just hoped you wouldn’t get mad because I was already exhausted and I had come to the gym to free my mind for a while.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">I got in and heard you walk up the stairs. You saw the adaptive bench and got angry. I don’t know who you were talking to, but I heard you when you called me the R-word. I don’t know if you knew I could hear you, but you hurt me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">When you walked down the stairs, you yelled at me and told me I must always ask someone to move the bench when I’m done. I didn’t reply because I wasn’t in the mood to apologize and didn’t want to hurt you. I try to always be nice to people because I don’t know what they’re going through.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">This isn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last, but I want you to know you hurt a lot people by calling me the R-word. It’s not just about me, it’s about the entire special needs community. I don’t get called the R-word very often because my cerebral palsy only affects my movement, but there are people with special needs who might be called that every single day, and it’s so wrong. I know you probably were just mad and didn’t really pay attention to what you were saying.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">A friend of mine once told me if someone gets mad at me because of my special needs, I don’t have to worry about because it only determines the other person’s worth and not mine. But I’m not judging you because I know you, and I know you’re better than that. What makes me a little sad is the fact you know me. I thought you were my teammate and my friend. I used to look up to you, and I didn’t expect you to act like this because I have always been nice to you.</span></div>
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<span class="s1" style="box-sizing: border-box;">I’m not going to apologize for having special needs and needing extra equipment or extra help. I’m not going to apologize for leaving my bench in place. I’m not asking you to apologize for what you said or did. I’m just asking you to try to put yourself in my shoes. And remember, a little kindness never hurt anyone.</span></div>
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-74160184709602362042015-06-23T17:40:00.001+02:002015-06-23T17:42:23.821+02:00Update on planes, books and gownsHello!<br />
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I haven't been posting for about a month because I was really busy studying for 4 of my exams. I have 3 more coming up in July, so I probably won't be writing much, but I have some news for you:<br />
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I am going to Germany at the end of July.<br />
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I finally booked my flights and I will be spending a week with my friends in Dortmund. I really feel like I need to spend some time with them. I can't wait to go skating, I miss WCMX because there is not much I can do here with my chair and I am not learning anything new. We are going to visit Lisa's parents in Leer, which means good food, good people and good times!<br />
Now I just need to focus on passing all my tests, then I will think about how to fit all my stuff into my backpack.<br />
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Another day I am looking forward to is next Saturday: one of my best friends is getting married and I'm sure we will have so much fun! It will be the first time I go to a friend's wedding and maybe the first time I will be wearing a dress (if you know me, you know I never wear dresses), except for New Year's.<br />
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<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-8454719120373485792015-05-28T17:11:00.001+02:002015-05-28T17:11:19.042+02:00Update on zombies, trains and books<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hi everyone, I am sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I am very busy with University: my exams have started and I will have to study day in and day out until the end of July. I will try to post as much as I can, but you will have to be patient.</div>
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Here is a quick update on what I have been up to in the past few weeks:</div>
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ZOMBIELAND: I volunteer for the Red Cross and we organised a zombie-themed weekend. We played games with and taught basic first aid skills to people stopping by. We told the kids about the importance of a healthy diet and we all had so much fun. I turned into a zombie and scared a few kids ("Look, a zombie on a wheelchair!!!!").</div>
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Two of our professors are interpreters, they were working at the International Book Fair in Turin. A few of my friends were going and I decided to join them. We thought it would be interesting to see them at work.</div>
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1. Check on the website to make sure both trains were accessible (many of our trains are not!). I was lucky, they were both ok!</div>
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2. Email the office to tell them I wanted to take those trains and I needed a ramp because I was on a wheelchair. You have to contact them at least two days in advance (no, you can't just decide to take the train without booking, unless you are willing to walk and carry your chair up and down the stairs).</div>
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3. Wait for them to let me know if assistance was available. It was!</div>
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4. Get one of my friends' documents so that we could get a cheaper ticket (she was my caregiver xD).</div>
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5. Go to the ticket office with our documents and my card and buy the tickets.</div>
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6. Go to Genova (it takes about 40 minutes by car) because the railway station in my town is not accessible.</div>
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7. Show up at least half an hour before scheduled departure time (note: in Italy, trains are always delayed by at least 15 minutes)</div>
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8. Follow the assistance guys on the service elevator and through the basement, which is full of cables and other stuff (passengers aren't supposed to visit that part of the station, but there is no other way to get to the platform on a wheelchair).</div>
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10. Get on the ramp and wait for them to connect it to the train so that I could finally take the train with my friends.</div>
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When we got there, our professors were already interpreting. It was nice to see them at work and think that maybe someday that will be our job. </div>
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FIRST EXAM: Yesterday I passed the first exam of the semester! I have 4 more coming up in June.</div>
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-41196285872051112282015-05-14T16:42:00.003+02:002015-05-14T16:44:13.997+02:00My essay about inclusion<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<i>I had to write this essay for my English writing class and I decided to share it with you before I hand it in. As you know, English is not my native language, please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to contact me with any kind of advice! A big thank you to<a href="http://faithhopeloveautism.blogspot.it/"> Philip</a> for giving me a couple ideas.</i></div>
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<b>April 2 is World
Autism Awareness Day, which highlights the frequent exclusion of
autistic people from school and work opportunities. To what extent do
you agree or disagree with integrating disabled people into our
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Many people think people with disabilities should be separated
because they are a “burden” to society. Every single person, with
or without a disability, is unique, but that doesn't mean someone
should be discriminated against because he doesn't fit in society's
idea of normal. It is very important to include every person in
everyday life and everyone can contribute to society if they are
given the chance to. For example, autistic people are often
considered “stupid” or “worthless” because of their unusual
behavior, but this is just a prejudice caused by ignorance.
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Autistic brains work differently from neurotypical brains. Because of
the way their brains work, autistic people may need to move their
body or avoid eye contact to be able to think and avoid sensory
overload, but that doesn't mean they are mentally challenged. Many
autistic people can't talk or communicate in a reliable way, so they
are often put in special education. Teachers think they can't learn
just because they can't demonstrate understanding in a “standard”
way. This is not a solution. Society needs to give these kids
accommodations to be heard and teach them in a way that they feel
accepted and valued. Just because they can't speak, it doesn't mean
they can't think or feel just like anyone else. There are methods
such as RPM (Rapid Prompting Method) that allow non-verbal kids to
communicate through typing, which allows them to be considered smart
and reach their full potential. Such methods could allow inclusion of
autistic kids in mainstream schools.
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The
problem of inclusion does not only apply to autistic people but to
people with disabilities in general. The main obstacle to inclusion
is society's perception of disability. Disabled people are seen as
unable to achieve, they are considered a burden instead of a
resource. This mindset leads to one of the biggest problems that we
have to overcome in order to achieve full inclusion, that is pity.
Pity is an obstacle to inclusion because able-bodied see disabled
people as an opportunity to be nice and they feel good because they
helped the unlucky ones. People who care about and love someone with
special needs are often considered heroes, in the same way as people
on wheelchairs, for example, are considered heroes just for getting
out of bed and remembering their names.
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This
is a very dangerous way of thinking because it implies someone
doesn't deserve to be loved and accepted as much as anyone else just
because of their disability and that disabled people are expected to
spend their lives at home doing nothing, so it is surprising to see
people on wheelchairs living a normal life.
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Many
people with disabilities, especially if they are mentally challenged,
are given jobs “just to give them something to do”. In many
cases, people with special needs work very hard and are often
underpaid. The people hiring them take advantage of the fact that in
some cases they can't advocate for themselves and they don't have a
strong support system to “exploit” them.</div>
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In
many countries, the school system doesn't do much to include kids
with special needs in mainstream education. Let's try to figure out
what the obstacles are and what we could do to remove them: different
kinds of disabilities mean different kinds of obstacles.
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Kids
with developmental disorders may find it hard to attend a mainstream
school because of their lack of social interaction (as in the case of
autism), but they could be gradually included if the school makes an
effort to help them overcome their challenges, for example by testing
them in a way that they can demonstrate understanding, which may not
be the typical way. Some kids, for example those with Down Syndrome,
have intellectual disabilities that may prevent them from keeping up
with the other kids' schoolwork, these kids will have different tasks
if necessary, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be able to do
their best and be around their non-disabled peers.
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with physical disabilities may have trouble attending school because
of physical obstacles, such as stairs or lack of equipment
(computers, special desks and so on). These problems are really easy
to solve and public schools should make an effort to make the school
buildings accessible to kids of all abilities. Inclusion does not
only benefit kids with special needs, it also teaches other kids
respect for all people and increases their understanding and
acceptance of diversity.</span></div>
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People
are only disabled when the environment around them doesn't enable
them to reach their full potential. By eliminating the obstacles to
inclusion, we turn the disability into a distinctive feature, which
is not something bad, it is just part of a person and it has to be
embraced. If we make an effort to fully include people with special
needs in society we will learn to see the world from a different
perspective and free our mind from prejudice. Inclusion is something
we could all benefit from.</div>
Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-37796590642252518042015-05-03T23:21:00.001+02:002015-05-03T23:26:04.270+02:00WCMX World Championship: Guest post by David!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>Here is a guest post from my friend David from Germany. He flew to the US to take part in the competition and did very well! In this blog post, he tells us about his experience with Team Germany (my friends Lisa, Philipp and Anna are with him together with a couple other guys). If you understand German, you can follow their adventures on <a href="https://davidlebuser.wordpress.com/">"The wheel rocking world of Lisa and David"</a>. Thanks David for sharing your post with me!</i></div>
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Ph. Anna Spindelndreier</td></tr>
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The World Championship in
Dallas is over and it was such a great weekend. I really can't thank
the organizers from Rise Adaptive sports enough. After winning an
international contest last year in Venice Beach, I was already being
called a world champion. But in fact this was the first official
world championship: a hard-earned name, with 18 riders from 8
countries.</div>
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On Saturday, during the
qualifiers, I was very nervous, but apparently my run was very
satisfying not only for me, but also for the jury, that rewarded it
with the 2<sup>nd</sup> place. The first 12 qualified for the final:
alongside me there were Aaron Fotheringham, Blake Simpson, Katherine
Beattie, Rico Reyes, Toni Quinoero Martin, Jake Harvey, Shaun Doss,
Quinn Waitley, Pedro Henrique, Christiaan Bailey and Philipp Cierpka.</div>
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We have made a little
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On Sunday it was
make-or-break. The scores from the qualifiers were invalid, only the
two runs from Sunday determined the final ranking. Still, I was
clearly not as nervous as I was on Saturday. It was different for
Philipp. He was very nervous and worried he could break his wheel,
which he had bent on Saturday, during his good qualification run.
Even in his final runs, his excitement was noticeable, but he handled
it very well and can now consider himself one of the 12 best WCMX
riders in the world.</div>
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Though for Paul and Lisa
the competition was over after the qualifiers, <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Lisa
barely missed the fi</span>nals with a 13<sup>th</sup> place and
Paul, after a long mandatory break and with an unfamiliar wheelchair
(he got my old TNS with last-minute emergency adjustments) has done
well and gained the 15<sup>th</sup> place.<br />
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David can fly.</div>
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Ph. Anna Spindelndreier</div>
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So it was Philipp and I
in the finals. Philipp was the first one to ride on Sunday,
unfortunately he was so nervous he crashed several times: nothing
bad, but points are taken away after each fall.</div>
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Besides crashes,
creativity, style, use of skatepark (that is if you are using
everything or just rolling in circles), tricks and lines or combos
(the way you connect the different tricks and gaps in the skatepark)
are evaluated. Once again, I decided to use my safe repertoire and
preferably try not to fall and to make my tricks look as easy as
possible, which I did. I was very happy with my runs and I managed to
use everything, without crashing in the valid runs and with
everything I could do at Alliance skatepark. Without crashing? Well,
not really: during the very last trick of the very last run, I still
managed to lay on the ground. I have tried to come down the handrail
with a 50-50 and fell on my back. Anyway, I only did that because the
first run was perfect and I thought: “If I make it, then it's good,
but it's not a problem if I don't.” Only the best run was valid.</div>
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Aaron crashed a few
times, b<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">ut compensated for
them with his powerful tricks and managed to take home the title.
Blake Simpson, the one I was betting on, who also was 1</span><sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">st</span></sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">
in the qualifiers, unfortunately didn't have luck on Sunday and
placed 6</span><sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">th</span></sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">
. The 2</span><sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">nd</span></sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">
place, that went to Pedro Henrique from Brasil, was not surprising
but well deserved. Until then, I only knew his breathtaking backflips
out of the quarter, which he also showed his ability at during the
weekend. He landed all of them except one, putting pressure on
everyone. Even Aaron wasn't able to land backflips at such rate.
However, in such a contest, a single backflip is not enough to obtain
a good place. Pedro proved that he can do other things besides using
the jumpramp. His grinds, together with his fakie firecracker down
the stairs, were crucial for the ranking.</span></div>
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place: thereby the jury rewarded my clean runs and my use of the
entire skatepark, as well as the fact that I always used each and
every second of my 2 minutes. </span></div>
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750 </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">$
prize money and a bunch of new impressions and friends, the adventure
continues. Because, as I am writing this text, I am already in
Austin, very comfy at the breakfast table. What we experience here,
you will find out soon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Greetings from Austin, Texas from Lisa, Anna
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-63839461350074613222015-04-25T19:12:00.000+02:002015-04-25T19:12:09.604+02:00#WCMXlove<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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As I am sitting here writing my essay for my English class, I can't help but think about my friends from the WCMX family. The WCMX World Championship is taking place this weekend in Dallas, Texas.</div>
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I am so happy for them because they get to spend some time all together and have fun shredding. A few days ago, when my WCMX friends from Germany left for Dallas I was so excited for them I even followed their plane on a website called flightradar24. I had a big smile on my face when the plane hit the ground. They were there, ready live their dream, that is my dream as well, and I felt like a little piece of me was there with them. I know they are having so much fun and I can't wait to see all the pictures and videos.</div>
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At the same time, I am very sad I have to be sitting at my computer getting schoolwork done while almost everyone from the WCMX family is having a blast in Texas. I can't wait to be done with my Bachelors this fall because I know I will most likely be able to travel to the US in summer 2016 and spend some time with the WCMX family before I start focusing on my Master's.</div>
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Now let me tell you what WCMX is and what it means to me:</div>
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WCMX is an awesome sport, it's similar to skateboarding or BMX, but instead of using boards or bikes we ride on our wheelchairs. The pioneer of this sport is Aaron Fotheringham, but we call him Wheelz. I have told you about the time I first met him <a href="http://ilapushes.blogspot.it/2015/03/how-it-all-started.html">here</a>.</div>
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To me, WCMX means hope, it means happiness, love and fun. WCMX means dreams do come true. </div>
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I love the WCMX family so much. As you know Aaron was the first one to make me feel good about my chair. After him, I have met other members of this awesome community: Linda and Zac, who is like a little brother to me; Mike Box, an awesome man who puts his heart and soul into building the best chairs for athletes to shred with and most importantly wants to make people happy; David and Lisa, the best friends and WCMX trainers I could ever ask for, who can always make me feel loved and accepted, even when I fall out of a train because I suck at wheelies; Philipp, who is so patient with me and lets me ride his WCMX chair just because it makes me very happy =P</div>
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I love this sport because it is full of love and fun, and we can all have fun together, no matter who we are or where we come from. Sometimes there are misunderstandings and different ideas, but I think we should all stick together and focus on our passion, on what we all love to do. It doesn't matter how you call the sport or who made the chair you ride on, the only thing that really matters is that we can shred together and learn from each other. What is important is that we can show the kids that they can have fun on their chairs and that their disability doesn't have to be a curse, it can be a blessing.</div>
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Many people don't understand my love for skating and WCMX, because they think it's stupid and dangerous, but I don't care. It is a passion I have always had and it won't go away. I am proud of it and I think the greatest risk in life is not taking any risk. Even though I am not a very good athlete, I love WCMX and I always will. No matter how many times I'll fall, I will try again.</div>
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You know I have cerebral palsy and this ad made me think about the way disability is represented in the media and the message that comes across.</div>
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I wanted more opinions about it, so I asked a few of my CP buddies to watch the video and share their thoughts with me. Here is a short summary of what we have to say:</div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">A kid with a disability can have a normal life, if society allows him and his family to enjoy it without having to face judgement and ignorance.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Families with disabled children do have dreams, just like any other family! They might be just a little bit different from the ones they had before the diagnosis but they don't disappear.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">They keep showing a picture of the little girl where she doesn't smile or do anything, she is smiling in every single one of the other pictures. They clearly want people to pity her. They think that if people feel bad for children with CP they will donate more money.</li>
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<b>Here's what they don't think about: what are people going to think about these children and their families?</b> </div>
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They will think that they are unlucky and that their life sucks. They will think that they are worth less than other children, that they are broken and need to be fixed. Society will consider them unable to take care of themselves and become successful adults. They will be considered a burden. People will donate a couple euros and feel good because they helped those "poor children". </div>
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This message does not help families of kids with CP. You know what would help them a lot more than that money? A positive image of disability. An ad to show the world what they are able to do, to show their strength instead of their "weakness". A chance to prove their value. </div>
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They need help eliminating the prejudice: you are just making it stronger. You are making their life harder. Families of children with CP need your understanding more than they need your money. The change they want to see is in your mind, not in your wallet.</div>
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In this TEDx Talk, "inclusion expert" Torrie Dunlap speaks about society's perception of kids with special needs. These are pretty basic ideas, and I don't think we should have to have an expert talk about these simple things. Unfortunately, many people, especially outside the special needs community, still consider these ideas innovative or "revolutionary". This is why I am sharing this speech with you.</div>
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proudly showed her the cut out where she would sit in her wheelchair.
I will never forget what happened next. She looked up at me and said,
“How come I don’t get to sit on the bleachers like the other
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Many people simply assume kids with disabilities always need some kind of special accommodation: this might be the case, but it is not always so. We should always ask the person instead of making assumptions.</div>
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we use the medical model as our way of perceiving disability we view
children who have them as a problem that need fixing, and we separate
them from their peers without disabilities. This is why we often lead
with pity- we feel sorry for people who are broken and need fixing
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As I have said before, disability should not be seen as a problem that needs to be fixed. A kid with special needs is just like any other kid, disability is a part of him and there is nothing wrong and nothing to feel sorry for.</div>
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feel good that we have done something kind for “those poor
children.” We make a lot of assumptions here that children who have
disabilities have a poor quality of life, can’t learn and can’t
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It makes me really mad when people assume kids with disabilities can't be happy, successful and have a good quality of life just because they can't walk or talk or do something that is considered very important. The problem is that many people who do not have special needs see a disability (for example being on a wheelchair) as something very negative and they don't think they could be happy in that situation. This idea is so present in their minds that they can't even change their opinion when they see a happy kid in a wheelchair, because their prejudice is too strong.</div>
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When speaking about the social model, Torrie says we should<b> </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: MetaWebPro-Book, Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 0.42cm;"><b>view
societal barriers as the problem, and not the child. Disability is
perceived not as a negative, but as neutral.</b> </span><span style="line-height: 0.42cm;">I think this is a much better mindset, because the child's disability would not be a problem if society accepted it and embraced diversity instead of separating the people who are considered "different".</span></div>
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do children who have a disability label need their own special rodeo?
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I think it is good to have events for kids with disabilities, but these events should be related to their needs (for example wheelchair sports events), and even in this case it would be nice for kids without disabilities to be able to participate and try something new. In case of a rodeo, which is a general event, I think it is wrong to have a separate event just for them. All kids, with or without special needs should be invited and they should be able to have fun together.</div>
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know that as adults we worry about, and we care about kids who might
get left out of the prom experience, because they are different. High
school is a tough place. But, what if we instead looked through a
different lens and put our energy toward making sure that every high
school prom is welcoming and inclusive to all the students who attend
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Special proms for teens with disabilities are not a solution: they would probably feel even more excluded, as if they were not good enough for the "normal" prom. We need to focus on making the existing prom an awesome experience for students with and without disabilities.</div>
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wonder what underlying message we are sending, both to the teens with
disabilities who may hear us say that they aren’t welcome at a
school event on their campus with kids they have gone to school with,
and also to the volunteer teen “escorts” and what message we are
sending to them about pity and helplessness and separation by
ability. And, really, would you have wanted your mom watching you at
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The fact that volunteer students get "credits" for helping with special prom makes it look like something that you wouldn't do if it wasn't for this credit. It also makes them think that they have to pity their schoolmates with special needs and that they can't take part in the regular prom. I know that parents of kids with special needs very often worry about them, but a video feed at prom is too much. Security staff would be enough.<br />
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do we want to be included in our communities? How do we want our
children to be regarded? As something fragile, broken and “special”
or as people who have a right to belong in our communities? I believe
that when we examine our own mental models toward disability, we
won’t default to pity and charity but will focus our efforts on
making our society accessible to everyone, and everyone will benefit.</b></span></span></span></div>
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I am loving spring break! It's been a month since I left Germany and I was really feeling the pressure of being back at my home university and living at my parents' house again. Life is very different and, in some way, much harder than my life in Bochum, so I really needed a break.<br />
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Last week I was able to train more and take part in my first powerlifting competition this year. It was nice to finally catch up with some of my friends and teammates. One guy from my team made me very happy because I hadn't seen him in a long time and I really missed spending some time with him. It felt great to know he still cares about me and he is always there for me.<br />
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I also got to spend some time with a few friends of mine, and we had a great time together. They can always make me feel loved and they see my wheelchair as something to have fun with, which is uncommon for able-bodied people. I love their child so much and he is my partner in crime! My favorite thing about them is that they always treat me just like any other person, they never freak out because I could fall out of my chair and die (yes, a lot of people tell me that!) and they trust me to take care of their kid (I don't know if that's a wise decision but I am glad they trust me because I always have so much fun with him). I love how everything is so simple for them, even getting in a tiny car that's already full (you just have to hug your chair!). It almost feels like being with other wheelchair users, and that is amazing.<br />
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I am grateful for all the people who make me feel loved by embracing my personality and taking me as I am. I love you all!Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-31098754445544018752015-04-02T12:11:00.000+02:002015-04-02T12:11:23.442+02:00World Autism Awareness Day: Guest post by Philip!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Today is World Autism Awareness Day. I decided to post about what the world should know about it, because I know a lot of people just see autism as a very bad thing but don't know much about it. I am not an expert, so I asked Philip to write something for me.</i><br />
<i>Philip is 12 years old and he is autistic. He can't talk but he can type to communicate. He writes amazing things and tries to make people understand what it is like to be him. I started reading his blog, <a href="http://www.faithhopeloveautism.blogspot.it/">Faith, Hope and Love with Autism</a>, a few weeks ago and I loved it! Philip also answers questions about autism, so go check out his blog and feel free to ask him questions on his <a href="https://www.facebook.com/faithhopeloveautism?fref=ts">Facebook page</a>! </i><br />
<i>Enjoy his beautiful words:</i><br />
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want people to know autism is another way of being. I am weary of
stereotypes that make us out to be less human than neurotypicals. I
have listened to people talk negatively about autism since I was
diagnosed. I learned to hate myself and think I was a monster for
causing so much hardship. I can't let others continue living under
popular ideas about autism. Let’s pretend you are like me. You
can't talk; but having a thinking mind, you can understand. Imagine
you are each day answering back what you mean to say. But only you
can hear it. People hear your voice saying things you don't
necessarily mean. They think that’s all you are capable of
thinking. People see you stimming by your repetitive flapping
or tapping. They think there is no purpose. They don't understand the
minute you stop, the moment is flooded with lights that hum, loud
sounds that echo, kids moving too fast for me to keep up with, and
people trying to engage me. It is hard on me to put my stims away but
I try. People see your hyper movement. They prefer you to sit
quietly. It’s hard to feel my body in space. I prefer to move
because I can feel my body better and peacefully work. I work better
sitting than I used to. The reason is now I get interesting lessons. </span></span>
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subjects like math, science, social studies, and language arts really
stimulate my thinking, ease my mind, and teach me something about the
world. I was not always taught in the way I am now. Many years of my
life were spent in ABA school. I was made to do my drills over and
over until I was so bored and frustrated with my teachers. I would
melt down. I am telling you ABA is not the solution. ABA is long
hours meeting pointless goals like pointing to flashcards and
pointing to my nose. If pointless goals are your passion, then I pity
your kids. People need to be able to set their own goals. No person
should be without a voice. I believe in teaching communication first.
Meaningful communication means being able to say what I really want
to say. People must believe we are capable and our minds are intact.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, serif;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">Most
importantly, my parents have been great. Love is felt when you are
accepted. Love is felt peacefully when you are no longer seen by your
momentary deficits but by your attributes that make you a complete
person. </span></span>
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peacefully make friends now. I learn normally. My school values me. I
make my own goals. My parents support me by communicating to others
about autism and me. They play. They make my life as normal as
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think autism is no better or worse than a typical life. Each life is
special in its own way. I love my life as autistic. </span></span>
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-29611908995169019772015-03-30T21:53:00.000+02:002015-03-30T21:53:59.359+02:00How it all started<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was about 15 years old and I spent my
days on Youtube watching videos of Ryan Sheckler and skateboarding
tutorials. I knew my dream of becoming a skateboarder would never
come true: I have Cerebral Palsy. I can barely walk on crutches but I
had always wanted to skate. I dragged myself around everyday with the
help of my crutches or a walker, then I closed my eyes and imagined
my life without a disability and with a board under my feet.
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Around that time, I got my first
wheelchair. I can't walk for a long distance and whenever we had a
lot to walk I was pushed around in a baby buggy. I was 15 years old.
I didn't like the fact that I couldn't decide where I wanted to go,
but walking was so exhausting that I really needed to sit down
every once in a while. One day my physical therapy asked me if I
would like to get a wheelchair to replace the baby buggy, since I
wasn't a baby anymore. I agreed, so she told my family about it. It
was not easy for them, because they saw the wheelchair as something
“very disabled” people use, and they didn't see me that way. That
is why I didn't use the chair much in the first year. I did not
insist on using the chair more often because I thought walking was
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I was trying to learn German, so I
started looking for German movies online and I decided to watch one.
One of the main characters was a kid on a wheelchair. I always read
the names of the actors after watching a movie. One of those names
caught my eye: Aaron Fotheringham, wheelchair stuntman. I wondered
what a wheelchair stuntman could do, so I googled his name. The first
results were YouTube videos, the titles were something like
“Wheelchair in a skateboard park”. Needless to say I immediately
pressed play. That was the moment that changed the way I see my
disability. I couldn't take my eyes off of this kid shredding the
park on his chair, with a motocross helmet on his head. At the end of
the video, I was so happy I almost cried. It was possible, I could be
a skater. Wheelchairs can be cool. In that moment, I knew I needed to
talk to that guy. I found a contact form on his website and sent him
an email. I told him how his videos opened the door to a whole new
world for me, a world where dreams do come true. He replied the next
day, and seeing his name in my inbox made me the happiest girl on the
planet. There was someone telling me it was ok to have a disability,
he was telling me there was nothing wrong with me and that the
wheelchair was something to play with, it was not a bad thing. I
found out he was not the only one hitting the skatepark on his chair,
there was a whole team, a big family. I started dreaming about
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A few weeks later, Aaron told me he
would be coming to Italy for a TV show. They were filming in Rome, a
6 hour drive from my town. Not close, but not as far as his hometown,
Las Vegas. I begged my parents to take me there, I knew I had to meet
that kid. It took me a long time and a lot of effort to persuade
them, but they eventually agreed to drive me to Rome.
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When I met him, I was blown away by
what he could do on his chair. Even my parents were pretty impressed.
We talked, played and had fun, and when I left Rome I knew everything
was going to be ok, my dreams could come true and I could become the
person I had always wanted to be. That was only the beginning: I could be independent and happy.
My wheelchair was my favorite thing to play with. My disability was a
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Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-70343008776961546562015-03-25T21:17:00.000+01:002015-03-25T21:17:52.171+01:00Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day: Thank you CP!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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WARNING: this post is extremely crazy and revolutionary.<br />
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Today I want to thank my disability for several reasons.<br />
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CP made me who I am, it is a part of me and the challenges I face make me a stronger person. The days in the hospital and the hours of therapy taught me to appreciate the small things in life. Without my disability, learning to put my shoes and braces on by myself wouldn't have been such a big accomplishment. I think that is one of the reasons why I am always so happy.<br />
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My disability is the reason why I have met many of my best friends and the awesome people in my life. If I didn't have a disability, I wouldn't have been part of this great big family, and I am so thankful for all the people from the special needs community who love me and support me everyday.<br />
It is also a good filter: the people who don't like me because I am different are not good enough to be part of my awesome life.<br />
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Because of Cerebral Palsy, I see the world from a different perspective. I think if we all put our points of view together, we can all learn something from each other.<br />
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I can adapt: when something doesn't work for me, I find a different way to make it work. This applies to so many different things that range from brushing my hair to going on a trip with my friends.<br />
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I don't care about what people think: I have been picked on because of the way I walk, yelled at because it takes me more time to do some things, made believe I am worth less because of my disability. I don't care. I know what I'm worth, and I know that I can accomplish more than people think.<br />
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I love my life, even when it is hard. Without obstacles, I wouldn't be able to fully appreciate it.<br />
I don't want a cure, I am happy with the person I am. I do want awareness. I want people to know what CP is, but I also want them to know that it is not a big deal and that I'm not so different from anyone else.Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-19058434137372405712015-03-24T17:49:00.000+01:002015-03-25T21:20:55.631+01:00Where are your parents?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Where are your parents?"<br />
"Who did you come here with?"<br />
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I hear these questions a lot. Whenever I go somewhere by myself or with a friend on wheels, someone is concerned for our "safety" and feels the need to ask where my caregiver is.<br />
I know I may look younger than I actually am, but I think this happens because I get around on a wheelchair and a lot of people can't even imagine that a girl on a wheelchair can live a normal life and do stuff on her own.<br />
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My trip to the amusement park a few months ago offers a good example:<br />
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Lisa and I took her car and went to this amusement park. Because we both use wheelchairs, we could get free tickets. I went to the ticket office and asked for two tickets for chair users. Guess what I got? A wheelchair ticket and a caregiver ticket. Why? It seems like we can't go anywhere without some kind of assistance.<br />
When we got in, we wanted to get on one of the rides and we were told we could not ride together because each of us needed to have a "caregiver" by her side. We just asked someone who was standing in line if they wanted to ride with us. Now tell me what the difference is? We did not need any help and I don't understand why I can't sit with my friend. Why is it better that I sit with a stranger who can walk? We don't need our legs on that ride and if it gets stuck in the air no one else will be able to walk away.<br />
Later, I wanted to try another ride. Lisa didn't like it so she waited for me outside. My conversation with the park employee went pretty much like this:<br />
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Me: Hi, can I get on this ride?<br />
Him: Who are you with?<br />
Me: No one.<br />
Him: What?<br />
Me: I am an adult and I am on my own.<br />
Him: Who did you come here with?<br />
Me: My friend, she is also on a wheelchair.<br />
Him: Where are your parents?<br />
Me: At home, in Italy. (we were in Germany)<br />
Him: So how did you get here?<br />
Me: With the car. (I was starting to lose my patience with the guy)<br />
Him: How could you come in a car on your own? You can't drive.<br />
Me: (at this point I was mad and starting to raise my voice) Yes we can! You know, hand controls? Now can I get on this ride???<br />
Him: Yes.<br />
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I am sick of people assuming we can not be independent just because we can't walk.<br />
I want to be treated like an adult and I want to be respected.<br />
If I can't walk it doesn't mean I can't enjoy a day at the amusement park with my friend just like anyone else. With or without chair, we are adults and we can do stuff on our own.<br />
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<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-36471440802321091792015-03-21T14:24:00.001+01:002015-03-25T21:21:51.051+01:00World Down Syndrome Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is World Down Syndrome Day! This post is dedicated to my friends with Down Syndrome.<br />
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A lot of people think having a kid with Down Syndrome is a tragedy, but I know that is not true.<br />
I am not an expert, and I know having a kid with a disability (of any kind) can be hard sometimes, but I also know that it is definitely worth it!<br />
I have met quite a few people with Down Syndrome, and they were all extremely joyful and kind. I wish people understood that they sometimes see the world in a different way, but they are not so different from others, because in the end we are all different. I think we should be thankful for this diversity, because it makes us all richer!<br />
My wish for all the people with DS is that society understands their value and abilities and enables them to live a full and normal life and that this prejudice towards them stops.<br />
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To my friends with Down Syndrome: you are awesome!Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-64176026168961002352015-03-19T22:15:00.001+01:002015-03-25T21:22:41.692+01:00The power of a smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning I woke up and started translating a text for tomorrow, then I ate lunch and started getting ready to leave. I had to attend a meeting at my physical therapy centre, so I reharsed a few sentences in my mind and got into the "Fight for your right and you will get what you want" disability advocate mode and I got in the car. Little did I know that I would be feeling so happy afterwards.<br />
When I got there, my friend was waiting for me, ready to fight. I sat there and listened to the doctor. Then I said what I had to say and probably got what I wanted.<br />
At some point, I looked at all the special needs moms sitting behind me and I spotted her, my favorite kid's mom. She saw me and walked up to me, she was happy to see me and said she'd go get her little girl. I hadn't seen them in about six months. I met them before I left for Germany, but not afterwards.<br />
A few minutes later, my girl rolled into the room on her purple wheelchair. When she saw me, her smile lit up the whole room. We were so happy to finally meet again. She held my hand as I caressed her neck and played with her hair. She'd occasionally squeal with joy. Everyone was looking at us, the doctor was still speaking. We didn't care.<br />
She showed me how she learned to use her left hand to push her chair a little bit, and she told me she is getting a new chair. We talked about our favorite TV show. She made me happy. Whenever I am around that adorable 6-year-old, I smile. She has the power to brighten my day.<br />
When she struggles to open her right hand to caress mine, I think that's what love is about.<br />
I love her from the bottom of my heart, and she loves me back.<br />
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Thank you for making my day, I love you baby.Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-1943748937141152782015-03-18T21:58:00.002+01:002015-03-25T21:25:13.415+01:00CP awareness month: What is Cerebral Palsy?March is CP awareness month, so here is an infographic about Cerebral Palsy:<br />
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I have Cerebral Palsy, and I don't see it as a big deal, it's a part of me, it makes me who I am and it can even be fun sometimes! I will tell you more about my relationship with CP in a different post, but for now enjoy Jack Carroll's "stand-up" comedy!<br />
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<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-89947571321954486632015-03-16T22:36:00.000+01:002015-03-25T21:26:17.673+01:00What?! Railway station edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight I'm gonna tell you about a couple pretty weird and somewhat disturbing things that have been said to me, mainly because I use a wheelchair to get around.<br />
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<b>"Do you need help?" </b><br />
"No, thanks, I'm fine"<br />
<b>"But I can't leave you here alone, you are so defenseless!" </b><br />
"You must, I am an adult and I don't need any help!"<b> </b><br />
<b>"It is cold, do you want to come to my place?"</b><br />
"NO! Now go away and leave me alone"<br />
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This was pretty much the conversation I had with a man I had never met before. I was at a railway station in Germany, waiting for my friend to come pick me up. It was one of my first weeks in Bochum, so I was not very confident with my German and I had never been there before. As soon as that man approached me, I was kinda scared because there were not so many people around. When he said "You are so defenseless", he made me mad.<br />
Why can't I just take a train and wait for my friends like anyone else?<br />
Why do I have to be defenseless just because I am sitting on a wheelchair?<br />
Why do you assume I can't take care of myself?<br />
Why do you insist on doing something for me when I already told you I do not need help?<br />
Why do you invite me to your place? That's creepy!<br />
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Another similar conversation I had with a man I didn't know at another station was:<br />
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<b>"Do you need help?"</b><br />
"No, thanks."<br />
<b>"Are you sure?"</b><br />
"Yes!"<br />
<b>"Do you wanna come to my house?"</b><br />
"NO!"<br />
<b>"Okay..."</b><br />
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This conversation didn't make me as mad as the first one, it was just very creepy. It somehow made me laugh, especially when I told my friends about it.<br />
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I wish people understood that, even if I use a wheelchair, it doesn't mean I can't take care of myself and go about my business just like any other adult. I hate being treated like a child.<br />
<br />Ilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687102801234368797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776760446519366377.post-91328482015425988392015-03-14T18:57:00.001+01:002015-03-26T16:02:54.707+01:00Bochum part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When the plane landed in Düsseldorf, I was so happy to be back and couldn't wait for my next adventure: the trip to Leer, where Lisa's parents live (the word "leer" means "empty in German, so I kept calling the town "empty").<br />
That morning I met up with Lisa and we went to Düsseldorf, where we took the train with David, his skate chair and our friend Anna. At that time I had to study for my first exam, which consisted in performing a short play in German. In order to pratice, I needed someone to play the part of my husband Horst, so I brought all the papers with me and asked David to read his part...then he started making fun of my accent and we all started laughing (but, a few days later, I passed the exam with a very good grade!).<br />
When we got there, Lisa's dad picked us up and managed to put all four chairs in the car. We went home and grabbed some food, then we went to my first punk rock concert and we rocked the night away.<br />
The next day I woke up and enjoyed a real German breakfast (they eat more than just sweet stuff!), Lisa's mom even spoke Italian to ask me how I wanted my hot chocolate! Then it was time to visit the biggest indoor skatepark in Germany. It was a fun day and I practiced for the drop in (my skating goal of the semester). When we got home, dinner was ready! It was so nice to finally be able to eat some real food instead of Döner ;) and it tasted really good (thanks Simone!).<br />
Sunday was our last day in Leer, and Anna and I even managed to get a massage before we left. It was an awesome trip =)<br />
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A few days later, my friend Philipp came to visit me and we all went to dinner at Lisa's place (she made real pesto!). She and her mom listened to my rants for a while, then we went back home and we almost missed the last train. I had a lot of fun skating with Philipp on Saturday, and he left some blood and his train ticket at the park. It was snowing the next day, so we played in the snow for a while and I really enjoyed rolling around in his Box chair. Somehow, we managed to get to the skatepark in the afternoon, had some more fun and got his ticket back. Then he took his train and went home.<br />
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On the following week I studied a lot with Lisa, and waited for my parents and my best friend Tina to come visit me. I had some fun showing Tina some of my favorite places covered in snow and teaching her something about German culture.<br />
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February was the hardest month, I had to study hard for my exams and I knew I didn't have much time left in Bochum. I passed all my exams and survived broken dryers and bad weather.<br />
Ina started following me around and filming my awesome life, it was fun (she is almost as crazy as me)! I even took her to the skatepark and taught her a couple tricks, she learned pretty quickly!<br />
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My last big adventure with Lisa and David was the WCMX workshop in Wiesbaden. Anna and I woke up early in the morning in order to get there on time. The skatepark was full of journalists and cameras (I even ended up on TV!). I spent the day skating on Lisa's new chair, chasing a little kid in the park and trying to teach a journalist some wheelchair skills. On that night I went to Megan's birthday party with my friends.<br />
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It was my last week in Bochum, so my dad came to help me pack my countless bags. I was so unhappy, I really didn't want to leave.<br />
I still had a goal to fulfill, so I went to the skatepark one last time. My lovely neighbour Vici and her assistant came to see me skate. David brought his old skate chair and encouraged me to try to drop in. I was not very confident because it was pretty high and I had never done that before, but David reminded me that I crash so often I shouldn't even be afraid, it wasn't gonna be any worse. So I tried, and I crashed. But I loved the feeling, so I tried again and I made it! I was so happy, it was an amazing feeling =D<br />
The rest of the week was so hard for me, I had to say way too many goodbyes. I didn't want to leave the place where I learned so much, and all the awesome people who made me so happy during this semester.<br />
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This city will always be a part of me, it has seen me grow and become the person I have always wanted to be.<b> Bochum gave me wings. </b>And I will use them to go back soon.<br />
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Tonight I'm gonna tell you about the best 6 months of my wonderful life.<br />
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As some of you may know, I study Translation. My study programme for this year included an Erasmus semester in Germany.<br />
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At first I was pretty insecure about spending 6 months in Germany without my family and my friends. I had never been away from my country for such a long period of time, and I had never lived alone before. The fact that I have a disability made me wonder if I would be able to do everything on my own in a foreign country. Deep inside I knew the answer was yes, and I wanted to show everyone what I can do. This was my chance to prove to my family and myself that I am an adult, and I am able to do so much more than I thought.<br />
It was time to choose the university for my Erasmus semester.<br />
Because of my disability, I had to make sure that both the university and my accomodation are accessible, so that I didn't need an assistant.<br />
Because of my passion for WCMX, I wanted to be as close as possible to Dortmund, where my friends David and Lisa live.<br />
Bochum happened to be the perfect choice.<br />
I fell in love with the university as soon as I got there. The campus is so big and full of nice people, and it is completely accessible! I was in heaven.<br />
My students' house is 5 minutes away from the campus, and it is surrounded by supermarkets, doctors' offices, bars, bookshops and anything I needed. I finally had my own house keys, I felt free.<br />
Lisa came to help me get all the documents I needed to start my physical therapy in Germany (thanks <3) and I was ready to start my new life there.<br />
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A few days later, David invited me to join a wheelchair training in Dortmund. On that day I rolled into the 4ma3ma (the place where David works) and I met some of the wonderful people who work there for the first time, and it felt like home. =) I felt like it was a place where I could me myself, as "spasti", as clumsy, as crazy as I wanted and no one would judge me. I had so much fun and learned so much I will never be able to thank them enough. I used the escalator on my chair and went to the skatepark for the first time. I had a blast.<br />
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My next big adventure was the Rehacare, one of the biggest expos about disability related products. I was so excited about meeting Aaron and Mike again (I will tell you more about them in another post), Aaron was the first one to help me accept my disability and undestand that a wheelchair can be a toy, and I couldn't wait to spend some time with him again. A few of my Italian friends had come to Germany for the expo, and it was nice to speak Italian again. =)<br />
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I started going to university and I met a few exchange students, my Erasmus friends, the best neighbour in the world (I <3 u Vici) and a couple german girls I love, we went to a lot of parties and trips. My favorite trip was our trip to Berlin, when me and my friend got into the Reichstag without having booked a tour (I love my wheelchair!) and skipped dinner to visit it.<br />
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I went to an amusement park with Lisa and I went down a hill at full speed, a child got in the way and I tipped over so that I wouldn't run him over (I wish I had a GoPro on my head!).<br />
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My next adventure with David and Lisa was the trip to Hamburg, where I met Mutti (<3) and went to my first soccer game (St Pauli!). My favorite part of the trip was the skatepark, it was one of my first times skating and I crashed so many times, but then I made it work and I felt awesome! David pushed into the bowl (thanks!) and it was an awesome feeling.<br />
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I went to see the Gaslight Anthem with my friend Megan and we both got shoutouts!<br />
My life was awesome, I went to therapy, to university, to the skatepark and to many parties, I had a lot of fun and I started getting more confident with my German.<br />
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I got a new wheelchair and finally mastered the wheelie, then I turned 21 and went to the skatepark to celebrate.<br />
I taught David and Lisa to make real pesto and ate Lisamisu with peanut butter. I got addicted to Spezi and warm brezels at the railway station.<br />
I met my tandem partner, a German girl who is learning Italian, and we only spoke German because she was not confident enough to speak Italian, but we got along very well. =P<br />
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At that point it was time to fly back to Italy for Christmas, and I did not want to leave...but I went to Italy, ate too much and opened my presents. I celebrated the New Year and I was ready to go back to Bochum. =)<br />
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Part 2 <a href="http://ilapushes.blogspot.it/2015/03/bochum-part-2.html">here</a><br />
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