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Sunday, November 26, 2023

The Law of Inches

Like many people with unique lived experiences, I volunteer much of my time telling others about my perspective around accessibility and disability.

I have had the pleasure of meeting the most interesting people who also share their stories. Like any equity group, no one opinion represents the group.

In one discussion, a visually impaired man told me how those who are blind and use a white came or guide dog follow routes from memory. So when something moves, like detours during construction or menu board on a sidewalk, it completely disorients them. 

Makes sense. If you're going by memory, counting steps or guiding by surface. The things non-blind people wouldn't consider.

It's similar for people with FSHD as we progress in our disease. Although I think it makes less sense to non-FSHers because an inch literally can make the difference between completing a task or not.

There's an assymetry to the disease so muscles weaken in different places at different times at different extremes. It often feels like walking on marbles or on a tight rope. One inch one way or another and that muscle group collapses.

It's the same with furniture, clothes, dishes and everything else in daily life.

I know some who use masking tape to mark off where everything needs to be, how wheels on a wheelchair needs to line up. Her whole house is marked up with lines.

It adds a whole other level of constraint. Not only for the person needing everything to be just so. But, for the people around them. 

I know it's hard when you are caring for someone with FSHD. Their inner strength, resilience and problem solving don't align to what might look like OCD or just being too demanding.

I hope you, as someone who is around someone with FSHD, will fire up your empathy and patience. 

Trust that the Law of Inches is about independence and freedom.


Friday, November 17, 2023

Finding inspiration in the most unexpected place.... my blog!?


Well if that just doesn't beat everything. 

After a wonderful catch up lunch with a friend who shared his blog with me, I was reminded about this old thing! 

Clearly, I've been neglectful of late. It's not due to lack of events or epiphanies. Just mostly a lot of navel gazing in between trying to live instead of just surviving.

Going through my past posts, I remembered what a comfort writing was. How much I loved being 'in the zone' and letting my thoughts, emotions and beliefs just flow cool breeze on a hot day.

Lately, I feel more like I've been in a storm. Thoughts and emotions just whipping around like leaves, broken branches and patio furniture. The rain pelting down every which way feeling like little sparks on your frozen skin, thunder like god is trying to get you to understand something crucial and the sharp veins of ightening to remind you of a power beyond you. And, when it's over,  there's a feeling of rebirth in the calm and hope when the sun takes the place of the dark clouds.

Then I remembered: I love storms.

I don't like long posts. So stay tuned for a few more posts on the more stormy parts of my FSHD journey.

I will leave you with one bit of advice : start a journal. 

Record it, write it or film it. Just do it. You have a great story to tell, even if you think you don't. If you have a journal, take time to go back and read it. I had myself in tears reading about some of my own stories and it reminded me of how much I've been through. It made me grateful but also made me realize how strong I was during difficult times and that I could I be strong again.