Cerebral Palsy & Fulfillment

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Lance Pounds is a Law student in Boise Idaho. He has consulted for Oregon Health and Science University as a disability advocate and interned in Washington D.C. In his free time, he likes to hike the foothills near downtown Boise and travel.

This article on TeenCP is about fulfillment in the lives of young people with Cerebral Palsy. I believe it is vastly important to reflect upon our own lives at any age, but especially during young adulthood because there is always something to be learned or gained from any struggle that we face. Many of us with CP at times, have had some significant emptiness inside of ourselves and do not know the reason for this. When I speak of fulfillment, I do not speak of fulfilling employment or an intimacy that is shared by a partner. Many people, disabled or not, have those fulfilling aspects of their life and still feel a kind of dark emptiness. Fulfillment is a life affirming and wide reaching essence that (1) builds up our self-esteem and self-worth (2) makes us content and happy in any stage in life through the self.  In the way I speak about fulfillment, it cannot be achieved through material or relationships; but instead; we find fulfillment through an intrinsic motivation that urges us to search for people, places, or things that will help us feel fulfilled by allowing us to have an identity in them. It is the ability and the will to choose. Perhaps, this comes from building a digital CP (online) or actual CP community that we can become a part of to gain a sense of our self-identity.

It is safe to say that everyone feels powerless or misunderstood in his or her own life at some point. We, as humans, may experience our own set of insecurities; ours might just stem from our disability. The irony is not lost on philosophers or social scientists that it is natural to feel that when we get everything we want, we seem to want more of it, or want what we cannot have. But this essay is not about a critique of modernity, or psychology. It is meant to be a guide for people with Cerebral Palsy who do not have the luxury of living inside the norm or even, with independence. This guide points to a community of peers, like this one here and many likes TeenCP. We cannot resort to society’s definition of fulfillment because we are not fully ingrained in society. It is a literacy all of our own creation and application. We can, however, make our own crippled community and feel fulfilled  within this community of people with CP.

Walking differently, experiencing difficulty with speaking, being dependent on a mobility device such as a wheelchair ultimately sets us apart with each difference, however small. Most of us are dependent on some others for some kind of care. Most of our friends and family members do not have these types of significant impediments in their own lives and can only understand what we go through to a certain degree. What kind of life can we achieve if we are dependent on others for survival?

Not a very promising one—at least that is what many people might think. I believe otherwise. I know it is possible to function in life, and be happy and successful! For hundreds of years, people have judged, mocked, and deemed abject, those who do not appear or move with the same amount of symmetry and precision as other human beings.  One would think that with the 20th century advancements in medical technology, this bias towards arbitrarily notions about able-bodies vs. limited bodies would be discarded in favor of a kinder philosophy but it is not. It is easy to feel different, to feel inadequate, weird, and frustrated about our bodies because we were raised in a world where people with disabilities are not held with the same regard as anyone else who does not deal with any sort of difference. These societal norms and ideas about “lesser” bodies hinders a healthy development of self-esteem and self-confidence that one hopes to attain into their adolescence and well onto adulthood.

Self-actualization may not be realized or attained as easily when the person has a physical disability which cannot be changed or made better.  How do we define our lives when doctors view us as unfixable beings? We are in possession of  weak bodies that last for an indefinite period of time? Doctors provide magnificent services that allow us to be more independent; yet, in my opinion it is hard for them to look at the disability and the person co-dependently of each other. Some parents worry too much, some parents don’t worry enough—and it becomes more and more difficult to gain a healthy about of happiness when we are constantly in conflict with ourselves and those around. Sometimes, our caretakers who want to help their child develop into an independent, self-sufficient being actually impede on this period of essential growth and do not let their child learn how to deal with pain, struggle, and conflicts. While they have our best interest at heart, we must learn how to survive on our own no matter how hard it might be for our loved ones to just let go.

This is also why finding a community that embodies those same traits, goals and occupations is so vital to one’s fulfillment with a disability like CP. One form of learning is through experience. Therefore, learning and listening about what others have done before you may help us understand where to find our own sense of strength, confidence, and fulfillment.  My college experience was less than stellar because no one moved the way I do or spoke the way I speak. College is an introduction to finding one’s self. I found that I was lost. There was not a single person in the small Christian college that I attended that was spastic or ataxic.  I did not experience fulfillment because there was no community that could help me provide that. That emptiness that I first spoke about was very much a part of my life during college. I could not escape the glaring and overbearing normalcy. I needed to find my own CP community.

A community of crips not only allows us to be part of a norm, it helps us create our own set of norms and tendencies that everyone else experiences with their own bodies. After college, I floated around aimlessly, still reeling from what happened in the college years. I finally took an internship at a disability rights organization in Washington, DC.  It seemed like it was a logical thing to do.  During that time with the disability community, I was able to heal. The problems that I faced with speech and walking was match by co-workers speech and walking. By seeing them struggle in the same way, I was able to validate my own struggles. Sometime, I was caught staring at others who were struggling, and remembered the people who stared at me when I was struggling. I had done the same as the people who I learned to despise. Empathy, understanding, was working. It was cleaning out the tender and sore spots that allowed for new and healthy growth.

This type of community like the one in which I worked with, felt like a luxury but it also meant that I could experience happiness, fulfillment, and be an integral part of a group of people who understood me. It is not available everywhere, especially in rural areas.  If you have the fortune of having a United Cerebral Palsy affiliate organization in your area, there is no reason not to connect with them.  The same goes for other organizations such as Independent Living Centers which provide a clearinghouse for issues on employment, housing, and other services that are needed for independence. If you are a parent with a child with a disability, and that child is struggling with issues of self-esteem or social skill, you are not a bad parent. They need to see others like themselves to develop a healthy self-worth. The sense of belonging can erase self-loathing when there is nothing else that can.  Put frankly, being in a community of peers is the easiest way to discover fulfillment on some level.

When this luxury of community is not available, it might be a hard road ahead. Entrapment does not only stem from physical inability but also, social isolation.  Someone might not even understand what self-advocacy is about. It takes an enormous amount of empathy, and courage to give others grace when they unintentionally or ignorantly do something hurtful and you do not understand why.  Take my example: If a person with a disability has stared at other person with a disability it is harder to understand why someone may stare at the way you move.  This is not a problem that is easily fixed or remedied. It is a process and we all should be a part of this process because we can all provide awareness and education because we all experience CP differently.

If anything, there is always hope for those who cannot easily find and connect with a community of disabled people. If you are on this site, it means that you are looking for people that have the same or similar obstacles as you have. YouTube videos, PWD (persons with disabilities) blogs, and other forms of social media can never replace human interactions but it can provide a sense of comfort for those who need it. With all of this technology rapidly increasing and becoming increasingly popular, it is easy to stumble across YouTube videos or read blogs where you can laugh, cry, and talk with others who know exactly what you are going through on that day. These types of interactions help us all gain a sense happiness, and self-fulfillment that could not be provided elsewhere. Additionally, these websites and blogs can help inform society about how disabilities affect the body, and how everyone deserves and desires to be treated with as much normalcy and humanity as possible. This can be life affirming and we gain a certain amount a satisfaction in our life by going online when we cannot interact with our others who experience our own condition.

Let’s continue the journey. -Lance

Study Abroad, #CPChatNow & My Radio Podcast!

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Hey all,

It’s been too long since I written something substantial for the blog, wouldn’t you agree? I’ll admit, sometimes I see it as a chore, as something that I have to squeeze in my day; however, over the years I think my intentions for the blog have evolved, and it has become less of a daily diary, and more of a place where I can be of service to others, and share other’s thoughts who are searching to make those connections that I searched for in my teen years. I’ve learned that I just cannot force myself to write as often as I used to. While I enjoy it, at times it feels better to go outside and explore, be with my loved one…or simply just write my thoughts down in my personal journal, sit and listen to music outside and tune out whatever is going on in my mind that day. It is the experience of release.

Since being in Barcelona, Spain for nearly three weeks now I have begun to adjust and grow my own sense of familiarity in a new culture and language. In short, I am living with a wonderful host family and will be in Europe for the next few months, taking classes toward my Liberal Arts Degree at the Historic Universitat de Barcelona. I can’t recall when this institution was formed, but I have a feeling it is many centuries ago, long before the birth of my homeland! As you can see above, its Hogwarts-esque…how lucky am I to get to experience such a beautiful place! It is challenging of course, but I am growing used to being more focused, independent and just “okay” with the fact that I this is all new and there are going to be better days than some.

In a silly way, I am proud of myself for coming this far in life– I found a cliff (see above) on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea (wow!) this weekend in Port de la Selva, and I stared in awe of the beauty in front of me; halfway across the world from my family and home. I expected a tough arrival, but so far I am pleased with my level of spanish and how much I enjoy this city. I am able to get around pretty well. I brought my orthopedic walking boot for longer days, but I am only a 15 min walk to my school or a short ride on the metro. I was worried about how much I would have to walk because my foot is super tight lately and gives me trouble from time to time from my most recent fracture last year. But I am doing alright…although, It doesn’t help my body that I went from a solid 80 degrees in sunny California to a windy 50 degrees and rain, haha but like I said…I am adjusting! I actually went for a jog yesterday to this park nearby to do some stairs and situps ect… it felt good to get my heart rate up a bit in the crisp air since I got pretty sick over the holidays. It’s also been a little strange living in a big city, and it’s probably a cultural thing… but so many people STARE at the way I walk, to the point where some people stop what they are doing to take a good look at me as I walk by. What’s funny too, is it’s a lot of old people–you’d think by their 70′s they wouldn’t think twice about other people’s bodies. And really, I don’t mind it haha I find it pretty funny actually because it’s like the people have no shame here; they are curious and definitely want me to know it! I feel like especially being a young woman (I probably look foreign too) I stand out even more having a disability. It’s like people are confused why someone like me, would have CP and walk weird. That’s what makes it all feel pretty ridiculous to me. It’s like they’ve never seen someone limp before! I do have to say though, this city is VERY accessible. at almost every metro there’s an elevator, and I see handicap signs everywhere, the roads and sidewalks are clean and paved. It made me very happy to see. :)

Well, enough about me…how is everyone doing? What’s new in the CP community? I’ve really been enjoying these #CPChatNow Twitter nights every Wednesday (8 PM EST) check it out on Facebook here! It is a great way to really start stimulating awareness about the universality of CP. I think people are not only establishing great relationships, but really drawing attention toward the cerebral palsy community and how each and every one of us live our lives. It is so important to educate our society about CP, and this is such a wonderful tool to do just that. Thanks for creating this awesome virtual meeting place of ideas and feelings, guys!

Lastly, I totally forgot to post my radio interview podcast on the blog!! I put it on the TeenCP Facebook and Twitter but I never got around to sharing it with the rest of my friends. This was in November, and I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to chat with a local radio station and co-host with UCP-OC President Cathy Collins. What a cool experience!! I felt pretty nervous, but I had a lot of fun and I got asked to intern with the station this upcoming summer! If you have a chance to listen to it (it’s a morning coffee and breakfast feel) please let me know what you think. click here to listen and choose United Cerebral Palsy of Orange County. Thanks for having us on, Scott and everyone at The Friendship Show!

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Before I go, here are some pics of my uni!

Have a great night everyone. :)


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Getting back to it…in Barcelona

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El ensanche, (the expansion) near the Plaza de Espana in the center of Barcelona. What a view, I am so taken by this city,

Hi everyone!

Happy 2014–I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday and feels ready to take on a new year of school, work, successes, and discoveries. I know I am!

Just a quickwrite for now–

I am getting back into the swing of things after a nice break, I was pretty sick for most of dec-jan but I am back in action, and out of the country! I’m adjusting to life here in Barcelona, Spain for the spring so expect more content to come your way! I just got past my jetlag, and am improving my Spanish everyday since I am living with a host family. Thanks for all of your comments, thoughts, messages, and inquiries. I plan to spend some time responding to all of your emails, but I appreciate your patience. :)

Please, if you haven’t already, “like” the TeenCP Facebook page here for more frequent updates, thoughts, discussions, and pics of my journey in Europe!

Take care, Katy

Getting A Temporary Taste Of CP

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My name is Katelyn Place, I’m 21 years old, and I do not have cerebral palsy. Katy and I have been best friends for 16 years now. I met her and her sister Sara in kindergarten at the age of 5 and they have been two of my best friends ever since. To me the way Katy walks has never seemed odd or out of place. I have never once questioned the way she is because at 5, I didn’t notice it. We grew up together and she has always just been Katy. She never really expressed how her CP made her feel until we were older and the nagging self doubt of getting into our awkward phases of growing up and dealing with high school came into play. When one of your friends has to go through something like what Katy has dealt with all you can really do is express sympathy and feel for them. I hurt for her, but I had never walked in her shoes so I couldn’t really relate to the things that she was telling me. Until a week and half ago that is.

I have been experiencing pain in my right knee for close to two years now. I am a ballet dancer in my free time, I have been doing it on and off since I was 4 years old. So as soon as the pain started I made an appointment to see a doctor because I wanted to make sure that I did not tear something or injure myself. After MRI’s and X-ray’s and many, many misdiagnoses my Orthopedic Surgeon, Dr. B, came to the conclusion that I had Iliotibial Band Syndrome, something common in runners (I don’t run to save my life) and pregnant woman (this goes without saying, I was obviously not pregnant). So I mentally told myself  that I was fine and got right back into dancing like I was before. This was all fine and dandy until I noticed an odd growth underneath my knee. It started out fairly small, but as time progressed it got bigger and the pain came back even worse than before. So, back to the doctor I went. At first glance he told me that it was most likely a cyst on my patella tendon but an MRI would be needed to make sure. And of course I had to go back into that loud, cold, and time consuming machine. When the MRI came back there was nothing there. How something that could clearly be seen and felt from the outside did not show up on an MRI blew my mind. I sat in the room fighting back tears because I was in pain everyday and the physician’s assistant was trying to tell me to stay off my leg. Something as a bartender, culinary student, and dancer that was impossible for me. After I told her to go get Dr. B and I looked him square in the face and told him to take it out, my surgery was scheduled for November 14th.

I was nervous for the surgery because I had never been put under before or cut open. We could not do arthroscopic surgery because Dr. B did not know where exactly this thing was. So they wheeled me into the O.R., Dr. B held my hand in both of his as they put me out and told me that he would take good care of me. Doctor Bret Bachelor is one of the best Orthopedic Surgeons in the southern California area so I went under believing nothing less. An hour later I was in the post-op area and waking up from my surgery that turned out to not be a cyst, but most likely an extra piece of bone that grew and was pushing on my patella tendon. I say “most likely” because I am still waiting for the pathology report results, which is a little terrifying in its own right. Long story short, it shocked Dr. B and his assistant because that was not what either of them was expecting.

The recovery process has been hard and painful. This is where I got my taste of something that Katy has told me about but I had never experienced. A few days later I was finally able to take the bulky bandages off and change it into something less drastic. While I was at it I decided to move my knee because some stretching and bending would help my muscles not be so tight, and as a dancer my flexibility is everything to me. But, my knee wouldn’t bend. I was shocked. My brain was telling it to bend, but it wouldn’t budge. And then every ounce of me was screaming at my brain to bend my knee, to do SOMETHING! It still wouldn’t move. It shook like I have never seen any part of my body shake, but it didn’t bend an inch. So I cried and texted Katy because now I was able to understand just slightly, what she has to go through. I am lucky, my knee will heal and I will go back to bending it like before when it is ready to completely bend. I am also blessed to be able to make art with my body in a way that some people will never be able to experience. I have always looked up to Katy for her unwavering strength and her beautiful gift with words, but now I look up to her, and all people dealing with CP everyday, even more. Because now I have experienced what it is like to tell your body to do something and have it not obey. I am so very lucky to have such an amazing and strong friend like Katy and this experience has been easier with her just a text away when I was scared.

Thank you for reading my (long) journey that Katy let me share with all of you :) — Katelyn

What I Learned About Life (From My Body)


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Katy here…

For all the CPers and non-CPers:

I have cerebral palsy; a physical disability that affects my muscle tone and coordination in the left side of my body. The whole “mind tells, body obeys” thing doesn’t quite work with me—and I walk with the grace of oh, I don’t know…a toddler who just woke up from a nap and thinks she can run down the stairs just before her legs remind me that her stride is not fully intact. One could say I’m not runway model material, but maybe I could start a new trend, who knows. I suppose that over time, my attitude toward my body has evolved from several emotional stages: my youthful and somewhat blissful ignorance, to my teenage insecurity & anxiety, which transformed itself into a somewhat frustrated indifference toward my body and its physicality for some time.

oct iphone 121 Having grown up playing soccer and always staying active around my fit family, my body decided it finally had enough and gave in to some of the pain and discomfort it had been putting off all of my life.  Both my feet now have metal screws infused into my bones due to severe stress fractures that  happened within one year of each other. Were my injuries preventable? Is a lifetime of injuries what I  have to look forward to? How am I going to stay active? These thoughts worry me, disappoint me,  and make me think twice about pushing my body to its limits.  I am thankfully healthy once more and  in recovery, but I have become more wary about the things I let myself do: No more training for long  runs, racing my college roommate on bounce houses, or crazy hike adventures with my friends—at  least not for now. However, if any good has come from this, it is that I have learned to be more  conscious of the way my body functions and its limitations due to recent injuries that have greatly  affected my mobility and overall satisfaction with my body’s resilience. I think that staying active  is my way of being in control and keeps my fragile emotions and stress in check. Becoming  temporarily more disabled with my legs, feeling more helpless, and more discontent with my body  was heartbreaking. Simultaneously, this loss of physical control revealed to me, more about life that most young people may not have the opportunity to know and understand. My loss of fierce independence attributed itself more to the emotional side of my physical hardships; I had a hard time letting go of my pride and allowing my family and close friends help me do the things I once did with great ease, before my injuries.

It is not until now, do I realize how lucky I am to have CP in my mild condition, and how fortunate I am to be in the body that I am in today; still able to walk (granted, with some discomfort) and still do the things I want to do, just slower than before. Despite my awkward stride, uneven hips, and lack of athleticism, I am who I am today because of my CP. In the same token, I am not my CP and my CP is not me. I am much more than my disability and I like that about myself.

Below, I’ve listed some of my own guiding thoughts and musings that help me deal with my CP and many other aspects of my constantly changing life. I’d like to share them with you:

Life is about perspective: Only you can decide how your CP defines your identity, your happiness, your growth

Disability is diversity: This idea creates more of an awareness about your body; you are diverse, own it

Everything is relative: Limitations are like guidelines, use your ability to adapt and be resilient

People fear what they do not understand: Educate your peers about your CP. Turn their judgment or curiosity into understanding

Thanks for reading. Stay happy and healthy my TeenCP friends!


The Abject Body: Bodies That Matter

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Hi everyone,

In correspondence to my “Writing the Body” course this fall, I have added a few pages and resources to TeenCP to provide some more informative texts about Cerebral Palsy and how it affects the body. Go ahead and take a look at the navigation bar up top if you’d like! In addition to the amazing, inspiring stories that all of our guest bloggers have put forth, I am writing to you all today out of curiosity. I want to know what you all think about the following quotation that I pulled from one of my class readings in an interview with philosopher Judith Butler, about the “abject body.” Keep in mind, this is just a term that we use in language to describe the body–it doesn’t always mean that it is used accurately or justly, but it is still apart of society’s vocabulary to describe the disabled community– just like people use handicapped, disabled, crippled ect… and I would like to explore this with you!

First, I will define abjection for clarity: The term abjection literally means “the state of being cast off”. In usage it has connotations of degradation, baseness and meanness of spirit; but has been explored in post-structuralism as that which inherently disturies bs conventional identity and cultural concepts (Wikipedia.) 

[The abject body as it] relates to all kinds of bodies whose lives are not considered to be ‘lives’ and whose materiality is understood not to ‘matter.’ So, we get a kind of differential production of the human or a differential materialization of the human. And we also get, I think, a production of the abject. So, it is not as if the unthinkable, the unlivable, the unintelligble has no discursive life; it does have one. It just lives within discourse as the radically uninterrogated and as the shadowy contentless figure for something that is not yet made real (Butler, and 275-286).

I’d like to know what you all think about Judith Butler’s idea about the abject body in relation to normalcy and society. My own thoughts/questions are as follows: What are/are not ”bodies that matter,” and how is the disabled body one in which is “radically uninterrogated”…. should our bodies be considered real, how/do they matter, and if yes, how do we alter society’s perception to show that the abject body does not have to live a discursive life? 

Thanks everyone, I hope you find this topic as interesting as I do. I am looking forward to your feedback and own comments and queries, with your permission I might share them with the class if I get enough responses! Feel free to directly respond to my own comments, or share your own. Please start a comment thread if you are willing!

Have a great week ahead.


Note: Butler, Judith, and Costera, Irene, Prins, Baukje . Personal Interview. May 1996. 

You Are Not Your CP


Hey TeenCP!

My name is Emma, I’m 17 , and  I’m a Senior in High School.

I was diagnosed with CP when I was born.  I have a diagnosis of Spastic CP which basically just means that my muscles are tight.  I have trouble keeping my balance, and I do have a slight limp on my right side. I try not to let CP get in my way though!  In and outside of school I participate in Drama! I’ve been in a couple of plays and a couple of musicals. I love it, for me, being on stage is like this massive adrenaline rush!

I first started getting involved with musical theatre when I was in Elementary School by taking musical theatre classes at a local dance studio.  I was nervous to go out on stage because I walked differently than everyone else, but that all changed when I went to High School.  My sophomore year, I heard that the drama department in my school was putting on a children’s musical and the auditions were open to the whole school. I talked with my parents about auditioning and they were very supportive of my choice to audition. I knew some people that were in drama already but that was only like two people out of twenty auditioning. The day of the audition, I was REALLY nervous but everyone there was extremely nice. I found out a couple weeks later that I got a part in the play and was really excited to start rehearsals.

As rehearsals progressed and we began running the show at full length, I realized how fast things (Set changes, costume changes, dances, etc.) went. The director had an  idea to make one of the scene changes I was in faster .  She was going to have someone carry me on and off stage. Now that I think about it, I was a little nervous about it. My first thought was that I was doing something wrong, but I realized that she was just trying to help me, and the scene, go faster.  I think from then on my “drama family” has been really supportive and has seen past my CP. One of the things I really want to  tell you guys that read this is you are not your CP , you can do anything you want to, and I think that Katy has done an awesome job of sharing this with all of us.

Okay, I know that sounds kind of sappy, but, I didn’t realize all of this for myself until I actually started writing.  I hope this is going to help you guys out in the future!


What Do You Want The World To See?

Hey everyone , My name is Britany and I am 22 years old and I have mild Cerebral Palsy. I am writing a speech on Cerebral Palsy Awareness for my Communication course in college. I have been thinking of what I am wanting to share with my class so I decided to reach out to all of you. I hope you enjoy :)


Some times it’s those little comments and curiosity’s that leave you hanging in that moment of : “Did so and so really just say or ask that? How can the not see me as a normal HUMAN!” They sting and hurt so bad sometimes you just can’t think of an answer to the misconceptions that others have of someone with Cerebral Palsy. No our disability is not life threatening ,if someday we are blessed to have our own biological children NO they can’t “catch” Cerebral Palsy-these are just a few of the answers I have had to repeat over and over throughout my teenage and young adult life. Now at the age of 22 ,I am wanting to see any and all of fellow cpers to help me take a stand and show that we are really unique and that we are individuals as well. What are some misconceptions that you wish people didn’t have of people with CP? What are helpful ways of interacting with individuals who have CP? What are YOUR hopes and dreams for YOUR LIFE despite having a disability that may make you just a tad slower than your normal peers?

Being the oldest in my family has made me develop some very thick defensive skin when it comes to talking with others about my disability and how it has shaped me into the young woman I am today. I have had to become my own safety net so to speak when guarding myself against questions and comments that are hurtful as well as becoming a light to those people who simply just don’t know enough about what I go through, in the most graceful way I can.

In writing this blog I hope to inspire and get to know my fellow peers with CP . I often have to repeat to myself throughout the difficult days were the staring of strangers at my walk or the mutterings of strangers because I am going to slow,I am who I am, I am blessed and I am STRONG. That is something I strive to show the world each day. What do you want the world to see?


It’s Okay to Be Different


Hello to Everybody from Teen Cerebral Palsy!  My name is Kasia Henderson, and I  am  more than happy to have this opportunity to share my story. Before I began though,  I would like to thank Katy Fetters for going out of the way in order for this website to happen.

Anyway, I am 18 years old, and unlike most  teens a high school graduate.   I was born 12 weeks prematurely, in Omaha, Nebraska. I had to stay  in the hospital  for several week before my parents were allowed to bring me home.

Then, at about 6 months old they kind of suspected that something was wrong with me since I haven’t started rolling over or sitting up yet! A few weeks later, I was diagnosed was Cerebral palsy. Of course, seeing as I was the first child of my parents, they were young, and probably didn’t know what it would be like to raise a special needs child.

As I grew  a little older,  I started attending physical therapy sessions, as well occupational therapy.    Eventually I learned to sit by myself and walk with a walker. I even did horse therapy for a while to improve my balance and coordination skills.

I’ve always had a passion for learning. At the of  2 I knew almost all my letters. Then elementary school, I fell in love with books. Today I have  even  taken my love of reading a step further, by writing stories on the computer, and expressing my thoughts on my blog.

Throughout high school  I was very determined to do the best I could in every way possible. Therefore,  I  got good grades by studying hard and giving it my best effort. I even joined the marching band as a way to share my love for music, and show everyone that someone in a power chair could really shine if they set their mind to it! I even joined a friendship club that helps teens with disabilities find true friends.

Finally, I want to tell all of you  that I have a deep faith in Jesus Christ. I was born and raised in the Catholic Church. I grew up in a family that loved me to pieces, and did everything you could think of to get me where I am today. Every day they would pray for me to overcome my struggles, and grow in faith. Every Sunday we would go to church and I would be empowered by the word of God. I am still they way today. Believe me, if you are going trough a hard time right now, all you have to do is pray about it. I’m sure God would be happy to help you out.



When you can’t do what you want to do… (and what that really means)

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Hey guys, I feel like this is going to be a long one tonight. Thanks in advance for reading.

Having Cerebral Palsy, this may seem like a constant pattern in my 21 years. The “cannots” begin to cloud my judgment, my happiness…and I am left to my writing devices so I can somehow exhaust some of this unease.

By now, I am confident in saying I “know my body well.” It’s capabilities, its quirky movements; its uneven strength and agility, poor muscle tone. But there is something dreadful and scary about the fact that for the past year and a half, my body has become unfamiliar territory due to injury and lack of the care and patience it needs to endure the physical hardships I have put it through. Pain medication equated to loss of appetite, rapid on/off weight loss/gain… lack of exercise equated to less mental release and more atrophy. This was all foreign to me and I didn’t take to these changes kindly. Speaking about my body–as a separate entity to my being–helps me express what I am feeling; and that is frustration and anxiety. Frustration, because who wouldn’t be frustrated by the fact that their body doesn’t move with the grace and finesse of an athlete or beauty queen? Anxiety, because I know that this body is the only one I have in this lifetime, and I seek to find its center of gravity, its own happiness and stability. When something like an injury happens, it upsets the balance of your natural movement, your inner-peace, and your over-all health. And to have CP and an injury that persists for months has caused much unwanted stress in my life (and in my family’s, no doubt).
I worry that I won’t be able to do the things I want to do, but I worry more about my inability to accept what I cannot change. I am done blaming myself and being upset over what I have done to inhibit my own physical progress. So what now? I suppose what I am left with are the things I CAN change, and the things I CAN do. I am in need of some strength to make those changes, however small and I hope to begin to focus on the positives. Although I will probably never run again, or play soccer again, I still can ride a bike. Although I will never love the way I walk, I still like the way I’ve learned to own my walk. I am not runway model, nor a star collegiate soccer player, but I can still be as confident and cool as one. I have so many other qualities beyond my body. My body is the first thing people learn of me, but it does not make me abject, or in the possession of a lesser body.

I have to remind myself of that when I feel like my body limits my growth as an individual.

What I like about having Cerebral Palsy is that it has made me more aware of my body and more aware about what it means to be a woman with a mild physical disability. I appreciate the “good” parts of my body more. My rather symmetrical face, my long legs, my womanly figure, my nice hands. Does this make me vain? How can I validate my femininity when I walk with a brace on my leg and an awkward stride? How sexy does that make me feel? These are the kinds of things I wonder about my body and its place in this existence and culture. I was raised respectfully, and hardly let the media and fashion industry dominate my experience of what is beautiful or feminine; but as I grew older in the company of my beautiful sisters and friends…as I went to high school dances and talked to boys, I realized I imposed my own insecurities, I created my own version of what it meant to be feminine and beautiful, and gauged them all by the things I “couldn’t do, or couldn’t wear” according to my Cerebral Palsy.

I tried (try) so hard not to have CP. I have to pull myself out of that zone, and remind myself that I do have CP, and that I must to value my body enough to care for it.  I still forget that sometimes.

No high heels meant I didn’t feel hot enough at dances, uneven hips and ugly feet… ha! How would I ever sit comfortably naked  in front of a guy? Do I love my body?  These are the things I put into question, and I was convinced of the negative effects of my CP on my body image for a good portion of my teens. Although they were very real feelings at the time, they now seem insignificant and I am happy to have gone through all that because I grew from these doubts. Who really needs high heels? Not me, you mean I’d be paying for discomfort? No thanks, I’ll stick to my nike frees and converse high tops. Who really cares about the appearance of feet anyway…they exist to get you from point A to point B. As for male attention and affection? That came with my confidence and my new found openness to someone else’s love for my body, and myself for exactly who I am. Who knew?  As I close, I am reminded by these reflections that my inner-peace will always lie within, and although I am always dangerously close to my fears and insecurities that create the unwanted  frustration and anxiety… I cannot stop thinking about how far I have come, where I will go, and how satisfied I am with the things I have done.  I rest easy in my resilience and ability to persevere through this. It helps to know I am loved by those around me, and that they have all helped guide me to communicate more, and to be a better version of myself. Thank you my loved ones! And thanks to you, for tuning in, hopefully I shed some light on any struggles that you too, are also facing with Cerebral Palsy.

Thoughts anyone? I would love to hear the male and female perspective on some of the topics that I raised here!


Take Care, Katy