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Just doing some last minute drying of my LAPLS TShirt and Ill be running back to 285..maybe stop for some breakfast on the way.

 

Where’s my people at.

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05/16/2018 just moments before i gave speech in a hotel juat west of Times Square

Toyin and Abigail

05/16/2018 just before I gave one hell of a speech in a Hotel just west of Times Square.  Toyin who’s story I wont share here out of respect for her privacy , posed with me at the luncheon that afternoon, just before me her spoke.  The crowd was a mix of people from rhe five boroughs and the world. Individuals  completing a myriad of recovery programs including substance abuse, sexual assault,  domestic violence , trauma counseling and so on.On the stage located downstairs,  I  literally, with no idea how long it would take, with no idea of what lied before me,  vowed and set out to start in Paralegal Studies program at CityTech..

So when I say my head is still spinning, I mean it. Because I literally had no idea I would be sitting up in class at 7:45am little more than 3 months and 11 days later. Yet that is exactly what happened.

This statement holds three essential truths.

One and most importantly is being born differently abled is not synonymous with being defeated from birth. We have far more going for us and are far more capable than anyone  realizes.

Two the only limits to human endurance and spirit are those we place on ourselves. True we can’t fly by wishing it. But someone had to have the unincumbered imagination to invent airplanes.

Last but not least. When we endeavor on something, being born of love, of passion, that bears the very essence of our soul then there is nothing we cannot accomplish. Not one damn thing.  To.that testament , it took over one year from.the photo , for the certificate below to reach my hands.  On 8/23/2016 , just three days after my birthday.  It took me chasing it down , making  phone calls.  But it did, and so the same will be with my Paralegal Studies and my Law Degree.  It may take a lot of energy and a hell of an emotional roller coaster. But I am determined  to have it and I will make it happen.

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Certificate for Completion of Trauma Counseling Services

 

If you’re LGBTQ+ or know someone who is don’t forget to mark down October 8

It’s such a tumultuous time right now for LGBTQ. So it makes sense to pay attention to 3 landmark cases before the Supreme Court on October 8th. All three deal with termination. The first two which will be combined into one case deal with separate individuals fired for being gay. And the third similarly deals with someone fired by a funeral home for being Transgender. The impact of the cases could either reverse the Trump Administration’s course on LGBTQ discrimination or it could further marginalize millions of LGBTQ people across the nation, sending many into poverty or worse.

 

https://www.out.com/news/2019/7/29/if-youre-lgbtq-and-dont-know-about-october-8th-pay-attention?fbclid=IwAR2kDZhsi026mkvYiJObQi_HXIDBP40sLNif4O5eVmTpz-1bx7mZEg-J3Fk

And to a new semester

Let us be mortal akin to Earth,

But let us dare to be greater than deities,

Let us surpass the heavens and as Hyperion once did,

Fly right into the sun,

For only those who strive to great heights,

as perilous as  the fumble, shall be allowed to grow.

 

 

 

 

 

A little gem in the variations of articles out there

So apparently the MTA just failed to quell a lawsuit concerning the lack of accessibility at stations.

 

https://www.amny.com/transit/subway-accessibility-nyc-1.32021995

Time to gear up for the finals.. They’re just over yonder.

Time to prep for the final

O O..Oratories on Wednesday and Abby may be in for. Legal ⚖ Research

OK, as I mentioned to some of you I’ll be part of a photo-shoot for O magazine on Tuesday. Interestingly enough there may be an interview involved. So ends up the way it’s being scheduled I may be able to make it to legal research after all. If so… What fun this will be. Either way Ill keep you posted and we’ll definitely have a blast doing oratories on Wednesday.

 

C U Then

Abi

Glucosal harassment?

They're staring

keep trying to relax, but these dudes keep staring at me.

Who I am Part 2? And why it matters.

Ok.. So the first part introduced you to the insignificant things. The things I  would share without much significance. Part 2 was always intended, but my greatest concern was perception of the facts I’m about to present. So here we go.

First favorite things vanilla, pistachio, carrots, celery and broccoli. Butttttt pllllleeeaaasseee don’t ruin the carrots. I wi take good carrots in any form. Do, anything to ruin them and take away their essence. Overcook them or candy them to death and blyeercckk..Beaches, Walking, Warm Weather,.. Unless it’s a brutal snowfall in which case snowfortresses. Biking, when My bike actually works. My opinion of gyms is they’re great substitutes for what you can do with a bike and barbells. And if you think that’s dudely then you haven’t met my mother. Who at 70 is taking classes in woodworking, and loving it. Or who literally fixed a washing machine almost by herself last year and I don’t mean a simple fix.

 

My favorite forms of transportation are on foot or bike. I cannot even stand trains over short distances. I walk to Barclays/Atlantic from here. I’m not that disabled and definitely not in that way. I tend to stand in public transportation because I can and the longer I can keep body afloat the better. So Ill tap my feet holding on to the railing why I listen to Juan Miguan, Two Without Hats, and Laura Brannigan. FYI.. that’s 80s, 90s, and 10s. I listen to anything that’s toosm. You can go ahead and have that ♿ seat on the train.

One I’ve been disabled most of my life and  well drecnched in the vestiges of my disabilities. This includes a mild persistent form of dyslexia, Juvenile onset epilepsy (currently in remission and unmedicated), and mixed mode (meaning from multiple sources) hearing loss. All of these things trace way back in to my childhood. Where I started out my school career in Special Education, HC-30. Which is specifically for  children who suffer from TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). This includes Epilepsy, Down Syndrome, certain mental illness or psychiatric conditions, and so on

It would also be prudent of me to mention I also suffer from dysthymia. Which is long term persistent depression as opposed to the popular episodic disorder oddly labeled general depression.. Next I’m going to skip around a grave amount of detail in the interest conveying the most in the least amount of time.

The short of it is I have been brutally mistreated at the hands of my able bodied (and able minded) peers. Including gut punching and strangulation. When it came to the point I was transfered, on my first day, the warmest day of 1977, the first day yard time would be permitted (it actually went below 0 the previous week), I was lured to the corner of a school yard by two 14 year old boys and was raped.Needless to say that day ended up feeling like the coldest day of the year even though it. Went up to 83  degrees.  I would end up transferring to two other schools before finally settling into the fourth on my way to Middle School. Interestingly enough I honored in English Literature, English Composition, and H. S. Science and Chemistry. Oh and the violence never really stopped against me, but hitting puberty gave people some other stuff to concentrate on. Oh I also debated in mock trials twixe in middle school and twice in HS. I also precided over four mock trials in HS.

My first attempt at college was in 1991. Even though the college knew of my disabilities, access later verified some of the lesser visible ones through neurocognitive testing. The excuse was there was nothing they could do. Which is laughable. Ironically I ran into Phillip Michael Tbomas’ nephew who was also Learning Disabled and we conversed quite a while. But that was not even a drop in an otherwise mirky swamp. I would end up investing 6 years in what would be  a 15,000 student loan debt after the interest rates were gouged. Something that would take me around 20 years to fix through disability discharge. That was about 2010.

The shortest way to put this is I’m taking my time because of how horrible the previous experience was and how much more enriching this one is. But I should put forth I’m not here for appetizers or even the main course, I’m here to buy the restaurant.

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