Comments by "Kimberly C" (@kimberlyc84) on "Glorious Life On Wheels"
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@ 2:22 I knew someone who used to snub their nose at "but for the grace, there go I." Because she followed the "formula" (go to school, get good grades, fall in love with a high school sweetheart, never do drugs, go to college, work your way through or get great scholarships all throughout, come out with a great job, have 2.5 kids (I guess the dog is the 1/2 kid 🤷♀️) get a house in the suburbs, a pool, never be late on a bill, sip wine on the back veranda, blahblahblah.)
And then she got a cancer diagnosis and it drained everything.
First, she was mad telling me things like, "this wasn't supposed to happen to me" because she had nursed her children. So what! So did I. And I had a double mastectomy at 42.
She had married her HS sweetheart.
So what. Me, too. And 21 yrs later, I met a child that wasn't mine.
They traveled the world. So what. We traveled (more like raced through) the southeast and I don't remember ANY of it.
He retired at a very high rank. Mine blamed his parents for his color deficiency and not being able to pass a color vision test.
She retired from being a nurse. My dreams of becoming a nurse disappeared when I got a splinter in first grade.😕
They owned a very successful cleaning business. Every few years a new Mercedes. They had it all planned for their children to take over. Then the children married, moved, and never looked back. The business sold for a great price. The day it sold, they had a head on collision.
Paralyzed him from the neck down. Her spine was injured. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
Sadly, we no longer speak.
I completely understand stages of grief, losing success is basically a death. So I understand it. But there has to come a point when one has to realize that some things just happen. Not everything is going to be that person's fault and not everything is going to be another person's fault.
But that in no way gives license for us to take the "oh, you made a bad decision," "oh, you don't know how to manage money," "oh, you should've done this, that, & the other, then you wouldn't be in this situation" quips from the peanut gallery.
I refuse to let another throw that malarkey my way. I refuse to be shamed into the fact that I go to the food pantry sometimes to see if there's just toilet paper, beans, noodles, and maybe a chicken I can have because if I don't get my meds, I won't need the food because I may not survive a seizure.
I'm in a sticks/bricks but the taxes are pushing us to go smaller in a nearby county with taxes at 2/3 lower. But for those that don't even have that option, my heart goes out.
I still say, hold your head up and you square those shoulders! They don't know nothin' 'bout our stories!
But one thing I know about theirs: there but for the Grace, go they.
That's my 2 cents.... I would have more...but I haven't turned in my cans for deposit🤣
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I've started this as well. I'm not sure when we'll be overrun by builders and the highway widening, but the last thing I want to be is taken by surprise.
My last little Birdy flew the nest last month, making me an empty nester.
Out of a 4 br/2 bath 1700sf with an oversized closed in carpeted ac double garage as well as 2 separate family rooms, I use the den, eat in kitchen, 1 bathroom, and a smaller downstairs bedroom that houses my office area in a 5'x4' corner. I've taken six carloads of clothes, dishes, holiday decor, picture frames, toys, a printer, computer, just so much STUFF.
It's been so freeing to actually organize and prioritize.
I'm SOO proud of Teresa!
Grateful for the G.L.O.W. & the help!
~Safe travels and safer stays!
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Of COURSE they are!
I knew when we took a 'field trip' to earn our Girl scout Fingerprinting Merit Badge at the local PD wayyyy back when, something just gave me a "Book 'em, Danno" Hawaii 5-0 vibe...
Then, when my daughter's GS troop visited the Spy Museum in D. C, I just KNEW I was being 'monitored.' ...well...that and the fact that our family has been directly enlisted (minimum of one for each generation) in four branches of military dating back to the revolutionary war (took about 5 yrs of digging to get all the names). My sons are the 11 generation.
I'm fully aware that "Lexa" is listening, my phone is tracking, my monitor is watching, and my freezer is defrosting (power surge 🙄).
We were assigned Cntgx badges (not sure if I spelled out the full name, whether it would trigger a virtual slap on the wrist and remove my comment altogether) for "emergency usage" in my school system.
It monitors us as to where we are inside of the building.
I deliberately remove mine when I go to the restroom... Even though the trainer vehemently stated that it does not track us inside of the building...
Then why is it in writing that it tracks us inside the building to provide specific immediate assistance inside of the building??
Somebody, apparently, hasn't read the handout 🤔
And don't let me get started on the Ariel humming that I continuously hear outside...drones all over...
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I knew it when I heard him!
"How you doowin' this mornin'?"
We transplanted from Long Island, New York to GA in '94...
Sometimes I speak a little softer, sometimes a little slower... But even today, 30 yeeyas later, and at least once every few weeks, if there is a new student to register at my elementary school where I work, as I'm talking to a parent, they'll stop, look at me, & tilt their head to the side & ask, "where are you from? You don't sound like you're from GA" when I tell them I've been here 30 years, that's even more perplexing. A lot of them tell me they thought that I would lose my accent having been here so long...
Fuggedaboutit!🤣
I loved seeing his build in earlier interview. Gave me some great ideas!
I also wrote the phone number from his back window down.
If you put it in google, it brings you right to his website.
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Yaayyy!!! Glad I'm glad I'm not the only member of the 'Old Home Folks'
My definition of update: changing the lightbulb from 40 to 60 watts😆
Changing out pansies to petunias in the pot🤣
Changing my wreath from wintergreen to summer florals☺️
I've learned to fix or replace quite a few essential things from YouTube (dryer belt, vacuum cleaner, disposal, springs in my washer, thermostat in my freezer, sprayer on my sink, spout in my tub, faucet, serpentine in my truck, caulk, grout the tub, seal tile, replace hinges, replace the connectors in the lights in my kitchen.
Just so many things. Some things, I've had to save up and get a pro (like pumping my septic or replacing my HVAC), but for the smaller (but still could have been expensive) jobs, it took some effort, but I'm glad to be a student of YouTube University!
My sweet tri-level split (a throwback to the '70s era) hits 50 yrs old this year! The gentleman who had it built also built three of the 11 homes (including his) on our little street.
His son and widow live two houses over. They've since been lead tested, radon tested, termite tested, and are all standing strong.
Mine has had bathrooms added and removed, has housed college kids, bachelors, wedding parties (my backyard is shaded by three beautiful elms and has thickets where rabbits and chipmunks reside.)
The 1970's era two-car garage was enclosed, carpeted and vented about 20 yrs ago. My first holiday dinner seated 21 people comfortably with enough room for the cake & pie table in one corner, the Christmas tree in another and two long tables. It was great!
Yeah, it might look odd from the outside. But when I think back to when I would drive past houses like that, while I was living in an ant infested, drafty, mildewey rental that was condemned, I'm SOO happy with my 50 yr old prize.
Funny when my grandpa lived in the little 2 bedroom duplex we would visit in the summer, nothing matched and everything was already at least 30 yrs old.
Nowadays, it's called eclectic 🤣
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I have a thought I still giggle about. It's not about a mobile home, but it is about a home.
We moved from NY to GA in '94. Our first home was a sweet little ranch. Needed a few odds and ends, but great bones.
Well, me in my omnipotent brilliance decided I wanted to paint to freshen things up.
Budgetista that I am, I went straight for the Oops! Paint @ Home Depot.
It was a nice soft light green...so I thought. That's what color the blob was on top. And there were two cans!! WooHoo! Jackpot!
I donned an old T-shirt, old pants, covered everything & went to work. I did our little den and the bathroom.
The paint was no odor, too! Man! I was KILLIN' it.
Hubs was THRILLED!! Not just because of the price , but because I was able to finish the den and bathroom before he got in!
By nightfall, it had dried and we're settling in... I hit the lights...WHAM!!
The room lit up like a construction site at night! The whole room glowed in the dark!🤣🤣🤣
But wait! That meant--yep!! The bathroom, too!
The big joke was that we didn't have to turn on any lights to find the bathroom at night🤣
It was a fluorescent soft green, kind of like a Granny Smith apple being zapped by lightning😆
So THAT'S why the big cans were a buck!
I did redo the bedroom and bathroom, but we were so doubled over w laughter our sides hurt!
What a way to 'lighten the mood.' baDumBUMP!! I'll be here all week, folks!😁
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But little do people realize how debilitating this can be.
My AI biometric screening said that I was obese. (Yeah...a hunk of metal should know)
I have gone through major surgeries, I am 4'11" (& 3/4"🙄), and I got up to about 170 lb. Many people couldn't tell because of the clothing I chose to wear. Classic tank dresses, a flowy jacket, non clingy, etc.
I had gone to a new doctor and she stated my 'bad' cholesterol was "through the roof" & immediately wanted to put me on meds.
I asked to wait for 6 weeks (and got the results. "Bad" cholesterol was 106..."normal" is below 100🤔)
I also realized that they only test for cholesterol every 5 years or so... So why was she so worried about it now? Because I was new & I must have never heard it before.
So I replaced the sweeeet tea w flavored iced green teas & cut the sugar from 1/2 CUP to 2 tblspns, replaced the muffin & donut breakfast w oatmeal & Greek yogurt and made my own muffin from a recipe I created w very little sugar, replaced the burger/fry run w home cooked crockpot & air fryer meals (who knew air fried cabbage was a thing!) & cut my daily Hershey intake to once every other week or so (sort of🙄)
I upped those fruits & raw veggies & started walking the halls of the elementary school I'm at to 3 times every other day.
One time around when the kids are not in the Halls is just over 3/4 of a mile.
I went back to the doctor 6 weeks later. I was down to 157ish, another 4 weeks and I was at 140!
In the meantime, I tracked back through my health screenings 10 years and found that my "bad" cholesterol was ALWAYS between 103-106 never higher!
When I asked 'who' this less than 100 was for, she said well, that's 'ideal' for everyone.
Then I asked her how come over the past 10 to 15 years no one has ever said anything? No answer.
I asked so ONE number negates the 20 other 'normal to excellent' results?
No I'm not saying to ignore your cholesterol levels or to ignore a doctor.
But I had to take a good look at my life and see, yes, I could lose a few pounds. But I've stayed steady at 140/size 10 for the past 3 years (and my mom, g mom & great-grandmother all wore 10/12, walked daily, & didn't smoke, drink, And they've all lived into their '90s.
Progress is what one should strive for. Progress beats perfection.
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I remember scheduling a tour of the Chik fila museum w my kids as one of our summer excursions.
When we first relocated from NY to GA in '94, I really didn't think about the fact that S. Truett Cathy deciding to not have his restaurants open on Sundays was a thing.
But I wasn't even considering all the ff places that were open.
Our family Saturdays were spent cooking for the week (two proteins, 3 veggy choices, some type of starch, choice of sugary sweet tea and syrupy sugar water, a butter filled dessert, and always salad 'fixins.' I guess to try & pretend it would counter balance all the other stuff🤷♀️)
I had adopted the routine my then husband's mom had set when they were growing up. She was a stay at home mom, though. So cooking all day for the week was fine for her as well as cooking different items daily.
My mom worked bankers hours w Friday late nights. I often accompanied my dad to various train stations to run the booths on the LIRR. He often was our 'pseudo' chef and took up the slack (swim lessons, appointment taker to-er, bday party accompanier, etc)
Mom made simple casseroles or crockpot meals.
My former spouse's parents didn't do that. Even in pain, it was expected that she would clean, cook, it would get devoured, and that was just the way it was. But, of course, all I saw was the after effects: the house was always tidy, food always available, smiles everywhere. Yeah...no. it was truly a facade.
Me: I became exhausted and frustrated that I was also expected to work outside as well as tend to the children (whom I did not create alone), tend to the house, and expected to make mini banquets each week. This made no sense.
I got to the point where I was so 'heavenly minded that I was becoming no earthly good."
I started that frustrating fiasco at 21 and made my Exodus 21 yrs later.
I knew things had to change and if not then (now), when?
I had to step back and regain the semblance of normalcy that worked for me.
Now, I am in no way condoning divorce or separation. But I felt like I was being guilted into needing the slightest sliver of 'chill time' (which usually was just journaling uninterrupted on the patio).
I actually felt bad when I wasn't constantly 'doing' something for others.
When I made my Exodus, I had to pull back and take time to navigate our new normal. But it seemed like the 'waiting' was what I needed:
I had to wait for assistance results (the worst that could be said was 'No.')
I had to wait for answers to requests for payment arrangements or due date changes (working for the school system, we are paid once monthly).
I had to wait for creditors to respond and accept/reject payment settlements from the 'fun toys' someone else decided was worth spending all the children's monetary gifts to procure.
It was that 'waiting' that was truly needed.
I adjusted as things adjusted.
It took me several years to just be honest w myself. If I'm running around tending to everything all the time, eventually I would be of no use to anyone and I'd wind up with a trio of enabled, immature people who felt that everyone else owed them the world. People who, when they delve into another's life and are not given a play-by-play of that person's life itinerary, they retaliate w scorn, belittling comments, mocking, and intimidation.
You owe no one any explanation as to why you are choosing to pull back, focus on your priorities, and position yourself to becoming a balanced person.
It still amazes me how 'now' social media has conditioned people to be.
"When's the next video?"
"When are you going to interview so-&-so?"
"I spent all day/week waiting and you didn't post this/that/the other."
"I'm insulted you didn't respond with a detailed playbook with subsections to my request for the Pythagorean theorem in modern jargon 🤔🙄)
Although you don't owe anyone an explanation as to why you're re-prioritizing choices and revamping things, I appreciate you sharing why/what/how you'll be posting your content.
Bravo for doing what's going to work for you and your family🥰
Best always to you!
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@ 6:30 when you start speaking of the minimum wage, and 40 hours computation, that didn't even include the taxes that you're going to have taken out.
So you're basically already starting underwater and upside down.
In Georgia, the state minimum wage is $5.15 but it defaults to the federal minimum wage $7.25....woot woot... Hey, honey! What you want for dinner tonight? Alpo or Meaty Bone?😮
I remember seeing an episode of the 70s sitcom "Good Times" where an elderly neighbor had reverted to sometimes eating cat food. She said it was because the amount of her social security made it so that she couldn't get enough food stamps.
And even though this was a fictitious sitcom, it has always been in my mind since the first time I saw it. Even before I understood what social security was about. Then I learned and understood it to be a supplement.
But with companies that have closed, pensions that were stolen (YouTube "Fun with Dick & Jane" (I prefer the remake. I saw in the credits where Jim Carrey actually employed former employees of Enron, Tyco, etc. companies that had all stolen employees' pensions) or liquidated, and in general the cost of everything outpacing the income, it just boggles my mind how anything is supposed to work.
My aunt worked for the school system since the mid-60s through the mid-80s. Her husband had been killed when she was pregnant with their last baby. The situation had it so that she did not get any type of widow's benefit. The school system does not pay into social security. A lot of them down here, if at all, have opted out of ss, including the school system I work in. The thing that gets me, though, is the convoluted 4 pages of explanation that lets us know that they are not paying into social security, that the 6% is essentially going into our paycheck each month, and that 3% is going into one of the two pension funds.
If I did not love to read so much, I don't think I would have even taken it to heart. I literally had to sit with a dictionary and a thesaurus when I first started working here 19 years ago to understand the jargon.
And then they have something called the "hidden paycheck" which is the other stuff that the school system pays for on our behalf (like whe %Of health insurance).
But even as recently as two years ago, when our administrative Assistant retired, she miscalculated. Even after she had met with the retirement department. It turns out that because of the month she retired in, she ended up missing signing up for the health insurance.as a retired. So she had to look into the Marketplace. But because her retirement income was above the guidelines, she wound up having to shell put $400 a month for a basic health policy. She had the 30 yrs but wasn't old enough to get the soc sec she'd accumulated from previous employers yet.
You just can't make it make sense.
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Furthermore...🤦♀️
My mom has nails just like L.A.V.A.Lindy.
I remember envying her nails when we'd have 'polishing parties' on Saturday nights in preparation for church and the week ahead.
Mom (& Sally Hansen😆) taught me how to thin out goopy polish, how to take a Q-tip & dab a little remover to get polish off the cuticle, how to Vaseline down then wrap my hands in sandwich bags and then put gloves on to deep moisturize.
We created our own sugar scrubs... you know, the kind that they charge an arm & a leg for now🙄
We layered shimmery plums over hot pink to create hues that no one else had then put a light coat of clear shimmer..
I learned to grow out my own and had many girls ask me how I grew them out and how to file them.
My prom and wedding pictures were gorgeous.
Then about 3 yrs later, one of my friends asked me to be in her wedding. She sent all of us to a nail salon. I told her I didn't prefer false nails but I had never had them done. So everybody went to this place that they had all gone to frequently. The very first time it was done, my skin itched, I had to remove them immediately after the service, and my nail bed was so torn down from whatever adhesive they used, it took me about 4 months in using a series of my own mixture of mint, coco butter, vitamin e oil & olive oil (I still make & carry a little container in my purse. It's going on 37 yrs now.)
All it took was that one time to ruin my nail bed to never succumb to that again (and please save any "you didn't get a professional" "the person was inexperienced" "they used cheap materials" blahblahblah for someone who cares.)
Those of us who can grow them out and care for our own nails don't need to convince anyone.
Lindy and others of our generation remember when nail salons were more for the well to do and fancy.
We pride ourselves in 'doing our own' and remember when we'd never have thought of having some random stranger masked up touching, poking, clipping & snipping then deciding how THEY want our nails to be filed.
~Just facts of my life.
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You know what I especially love about your channel?
I love that no matter what anyone's living modem may be, there is no, "wouldn't you want: something bigger? Something smaller? Something that looks more like..something that you wish didn't look like...blah blahblah.
I appreciate that you ask people if there's anything THEY would do differently, not interject what you would prefer. You're extremely respectful. Thank you..
When I made my Exodus 12 yrs ago, I took 1 of the 4 marital vehicles. All things considered, it was the best running at the time and the only one that could accommodate our 3 children.
Every month, though, it was giving up the ghost and the $250/month pymnt had an additional $300 in repairs. Within 4 months, it left us stranded 60 miles from home at my daughter's chorus event.
I'd been researching and knew the Matrix was for me.
I signed my name on the dotted line for Trixi and did a voluntary repo on the money pit.
That first holiday, I dropped our daughter over for Thanksgiving, said my hellos & well wishes to all (his family still sends me holiday greetings), then left for my planned happenings.
Christmas time came and his Uncle Ro & wife called to wish me happy holidays. His uncle said he was genuinely happy to see me making my way.
Now, Uncle Ro speaks the exact verbiage of Boomhauer from 'King Of the Hill.' I'm talking clipped mumbles & all! He proceeded to tell me that the ex had told him that he "could never drive that little bitty box all cramped up. She should've gotten a blahblahblah."
Uncle Boomhauer told me he cut him right off & told him, "Look here, Mayn...She ain't buy dat cah fa yu, Mayn. She baht dat car fa huh & dem chi'ren."
I sure do love Uncle Ro! 🥰
Thanks for letting us tag along!
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I really appreciate this video.
I'm not an engineer, per se, but I have tinkered with, and 're-engineered' some things to make life a little bit easier along the way, even though I'm still in sticks & bricks.
Our plan is to get a simple RV to hitch our tiny Toyota to visit some state campgrounds. We're both mid '50s and have decided that we would much rather be able to fire up the RV and take three short staycation weekends than one big long one in the middle of the year.
We have become increasingly disheartened and basically disgusted with hotels over the past few years.
You'd think w opening back up, you would expect that the hotel business would really step up to try and get people back. Not even close. Even the higher end has just turned me off. (WHY is it no matter what, the sticky spot ALWAYS finds MY bag!🤷♀️)
But for the price we pay, we figured if we would modify our vacations and buckle down and save that money for 18 to 24 months, we could have a simple rv, something that we would both enjoy, and we could just drive to wherever we like to visit.
It would also give us the opportunity to not have to deal with overhead noise, hauling everything out in front of oggling eyes, and dealing with the ever-increasing cost for the ever decreasing service.
So much of social media is surrounded by the jazz hands people..the "if you don't have what I have, you're just a poor lost soul."
I absolutely love your interviews because the overwhelming theme is "if it works for you, I'm happy for you." Or as I heard a long time ago: if you like it, I love it!
~Love the G.L.O.W!🥰🚐☁️☁️
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I'm listening to this one more time because I know that I desperately need to hear this. In my quest for perfection, I returned to school to relearn a skill that I had worked successfully at for a year in 1994. There was very little computerization of that skill so I didn't have the many many things that assist us with that skill now.
Yet I am terrified to venture out into that field again. I've earned two national certifications, I have all the workbooks and my pages (or should I say volumessss) of notes, my instructors have said that I was more than ready, and yet I still find myself stagnated.
I know I could probably wipe out the loan that I took to relearn the skill within 2 years.
My mother was a perfectionist, then life happened, but as I was growing up, things had to be just so.
So I see where the detriment may have stemmed from.
I married someone w these characteristics (the type that would deliberately drive straight through what would normally take 18 hours just to brag it only took that person 14 hours...🙄... When small children and subsequently smaller bladders are involved, this is NOT a bragging point😡)
It took me over a TWO decade to confront and subsequently leave this situation.
Actually, it was this phrase, "maybe nothing you've ever done, nor will ever do, will be good enough for me."
Welp... If that wasn't a major clue, I don't know what was.
But I digress... I have had many sessions of therapy, and I still do to help me face my stagnation. I think I'm getting there...progress is progress...
I'm working through an orientation and training session for the skill I've acquired. An agency actually reached out to me over 6 months ago so I'm trying not to kick myself about procrastinating so long.
~Thank you for the video. I do have and use free counseling sessions through my insurance to assist me with this. I feel a milestone being reached at least within the next month!
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Sometimes, if I get a call and think it's someone I'm expecting, I'll answer (like my dr or nurse)
If they say my first name or ask for me, I immediately ask who's calling, before I say "speaking" or "this is she."
If they continue without telling me who they are, I immediately interrupt and I tell them you "may be" on a recorded line.
If it's legit, they will usually continue,
because my doctor usually is on a recorded line anyway.
But if it's some kind of random person trying to sell me something, they'll usually hang up. Sometimes I'll say we have a bad conn--and hang up.🤪
I don't usually have to entertain too many of those calls because most people are in my contacts.
But for the rare occasion that I do get them, or they slip by, the "you may be on a recorded line" usually gets them to leave me alone and then I can block the number.
Seems like a lot, but I'd rather do that than keep letting it get me angry and possibly miss an important call. (And there aren't too many since my remission, but when I had various doctors and appointments with techs and schedulers calling, it cut down on the trash calls.
My MIL used to blow a whistle or an airhorn, but I'm too cheap to buy one. Sounds fun though 🤣
I still find it extremely strange that we can see the rings around Saturn as if they're on our own ceiling but the surveillance on an alleged criminal 20 feet from TEN cameras walking out of a store resembles Oscar the Grouch in a hoodie that NO ONE can ever make out!🙄
Lastly, I set up a credit carma account because I can check my account and any possible accounts that have been opened in my name on a daily basis and it won't affect my credit rating. The annualcreditreport. Com only allows one free report per year and by the time you get access to it, if you pay for another report, someone could have opened up several accounts in your name.
I know there are also credit monitoring sites, that come with bank accounts, but even those are not as accessible all the time.
I would rather be proactive and check it myself rather than wait for them to catch a breach
I also Google my name occasionally to see what may be connected. One of the reasons I refuse to go back to my maiden name (it's a very common name) is because there is a woman serving life (but we all know 'life' may not be 'life') in upstate New York somewhere with the same first and my maiden name. The last thing I need is to be picked up if she breaks out. (Regardless of the fact she's a different race, I take nothing for granted) 😮
Gotta stay as vigilant as possible.
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As my best friend pointed out, we are ALL on the spectrum to some extent.
From savants to Asperger's to ASD I, II & III, Even OCD (in my opinion) is a form of an exceptionality.
I've learned so much about myself in interacting with our Special needs students over the past 20 yrs at my school.
My first year, I met sweet Kayla L. She had Asperger's. She had to bring two backpacks to school. One w her supplies, the other with her dolls...all of them. There were melt downs if things weren't just so. But she received assistance (affective social skills, reasoning, etc.) She graduated high school and is an EMT now,🥰
Next year I met Lena S. She played piano without music or lessons. She was 4 and completely non verbal, but had a smile that lit up the room. She 'found' her voice in third grade. The day the speech pathologist called her mom during lunch we were in tears! She had communicated using sign language. She had a voice, just chose to not use the verbal form. She also had Down's Syndrome.
Then there was J.R. he was wheelchair bound and had some cognitive issues and motor issues, but he had the most hilarious sense of humor. He was categorized as SLD (Specific Learning Disability. I find it ironic that specific learning disability is not specifically specific🙄
If there was a sub, he loved locking the wheels to his chair during bus dismissal so half the time they'd wind up slamming into the back of him. He found this utterly hilarious. (Picture your 12 yr old hitting the back of your heels w the grocery cart, only reverse 🤣😵💫)
Everyone has something to contribute. We just have to be open to receiving it.
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One of the things to keep foremost in our mind is that we are given intuition for a reason. Some have a more developed sense than others, but it's there. Trust it.
We always hear of flight, fight, or freeze.. I'd encourage every one of us to ditch that "freeze" mentality.
Practice your game face in front of your mirror.
With the advent of YouTube, we can all Look up a few simple yet effective moves and learn the most vulnerable spots to get us away to safety:
Eyes/poke, chin/sharp shove, ears (anyone ever had their ears pulled/boxed for wriggling around in church?), throat (a good throat punch will release at least one of his hands), instep/STOMP on it! Hands/pull them backward as hard as possible then RUN!
And of course the ever unpopular & proverbial painful: the groin...Just think "ROCKETTE" and let that foot do the job! You'll wonder how they've made it without your high steps!
This is not the time to threaten: if you've got it, use it. Don't say what you've got (I've got a 'weapon' & I'm not afraid to use it.) I give you permission, just USE it!!
We're not necessarily wanting to engage but distract to buy us time to get away.
If you're using a public shower, be aware of your items. If you can put things in a locker, even better.
~Best to all
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