The Eye of the Storm

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Peace. The silence before the storm. Embrace every moment in life.

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    "I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy."

    A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living by elsablt  
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So cute

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    So cute

    ITS A STRAWBERRY BUTTERFLY

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    Out with the old, In with the new.
    Hello Hummingbird!!!

    2013 Gibson Hummingbird Standard

    Love the smell of fresh Gibson wood when the case is opened.

    Jesus. Hummingbird is my favourite six string acoustic. 

    THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT IT

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Us three looking pretty miserable after we realized we forgot to pack food. And bug spray. And sunscreen. And a map. #unpreparedhikers

True story.

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    travel-through-mountains:

    Us three looking pretty miserable after we realized we forgot to pack food. And bug spray. And sunscreen. And a map. #unpreparedhikers

    True story.

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    "

    A man came to our class once,
    he claimed to be a fair judge
    with daughters he loved.

    He asked a question to the class:
    “When should a minor be tried
    as an adult?”
    and students began raising their hand

    “murder”
    he wrote it up on the board.

    “robbery”
    he wrote it up on the board.

    I said, “Rape”
    and he paused, he asked
    for clarification

    “You mean violent rape?”

    “no I mean rape.
    It is all the same.”

    he looked to a boy
    who said “rape only if
    he used a weapon and
    hurt her.”

    and I said, “rape is rape,
    whether his weapon is a knife,
    drugs, or guilt. She said no.”

    he shook his head,
    and wrote
    “Violent rape” on the board
    anyways.

    I never understood,
    because you can kill somebody
    quietly and peacefully with drugs,
    or with guns and knives or cars;
    but nobody cares if the murder was “violent”

    it was still murder.

    "
    #yesallwomen by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via theyellowbrickroad)

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    malroomys:

it may look like i am lost in the process of analysing monet’s surreal art , but rlly i’m just thinking about how mch i want a pretzel

me

    malroomys:

    it may look like i am lost in the process of analysing monet’s surreal art , but rlly i’m just thinking about how mch i want a pretzel

    me

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    "You could be happy and I won’t know. But you weren’t happy the day I watched you go. And all the things I wished I had not said are played in loops till it’s madness in my head. Is it too late to remind you how we were? Not our last days of silence, scream and blur? Most of what I remember makes me sure I should have stopped you from walking out the door. You could be happy. I hope you are. You made me happier than I’ve been by far." 

    — 1 day ago

    Some girls push guys away because they’re too clingy.

    I push them away because I’m not clingy enough. 

    — 1 day ago
    #thestruggle 
    My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled →

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    eisforedna:

    On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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    Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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    Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

    My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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    That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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    ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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    May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

    In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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    Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

    As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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    Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

    In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

    Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

    Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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    YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

    But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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    Edna refusing to go inside. 

    These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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    For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

    Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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    But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

    By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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    She’s dead, too. Surprise.

    She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

    So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

    But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

    He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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    So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

    Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

    I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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    Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

    Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

    That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

    I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

    Thank you, 

    Jeanie 

    Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

    Twitter: @EisforEdna 

    This made me cry

    SIGNAL BOOST

    STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

    This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

    They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

    I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

    SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

    SIGNAL BOOSTING!! 

    Signal boosting for Edna and her awesome sister

    Reblogging…Bless this lady’s heart!

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