Reflective Essay On Being Disabled

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What is the first thing you do when you wake up every morning? For me, and for most of my generation, check my phone, but that’s besides the point. Usually, yawn, stretch out, maybe whine about having to get out of bed so early then finally after some fight, jump out of bed. Then maybe head to the bathroom or get dressed for the day. Simple tasks that are done without even a thought and only take about what, maybe 10 min? Arriving at Michigan State I was already aware of what major and clubs I wanted to join, but not until now did I fully realize the impact it 's had on me. One of the clubs I am apart of is Adaptive Sports or also known as Wheelchair sports. Every Monday and Thursday for 2 and a half hours, I assist people who have physical …show more content…

I think the real learning experience came in when I first hand was faced with helping people with disabilities do simple tasks, such as helping them get out of a chair or help them go to the bathroom. I knew that those tasks must be hard on them, but having helped them in it put me in their shoes to understand the struggles these athletes face. Before this semester, I did not even think about putting on my clothes with ease or just walking into a bathroom stall with no problem getting in, getting on the seat, and/or getting off of it. Now that I have been doing this club for a few months now, I sometimes stop and think about the people I have met and what they have to do to do the same thing I do without even trying. Now today I know it is really like for them. I know that I won’t be able to put myself completely into their shoes and understand the complications face, but now I am more able to comprehend what they have to go through every second of …show more content…

She came in on her wheelchair, but however soon transferred to a standing position with her walker, with the help of myself and one other person. Angel, the woman, said that she had to go to the bathroom, so obviously I was there to help. As soon as we walked into the bathroom doors, she said that she might not be able to squeeze her walker through. This was the first thing that hit me. I always just go to the bathroom without a second thought, not thinking that it might not fit for someone who needs a walker. In a public bathroom, nobody should be worrying about not being able to make it inside. However, after some maneuvering we made it into the bathroom, but the next and ever bigger challenge came. The work Angel had to put in just to turn around and find something in the stall to hold onto so she wouldn’t fall really opened my eyes. A feeling of gratitude and humbleness hit me out of nowhere because never before did I think about having to work and maneuver myself just to use the bathroom. However, I knew that she would not want me to feel pity or sorry for her because she has never known any other way of living, but I definitely looked at her and the other athletes in a different way. I saw them as strong individuals. They have faced great odds and have to conquer obstacles going about their daily lives everyday yet are still happy, smiling, and determined. In

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