A_Skeleton_Speaks
Bio
Formerly: Introducing Poetry
Writing allows me to release
All that holds me
Hope you enjoy the journey with me on a path to healing and growth!
Stories (39/0)
Miracle or Mistake?
I was in the fifth grade when life decided to hurl two more curveballs at me, back-to-back. At eleven years old, I received my first visit from the "Red Queen." Navigating something that not many of my classmates were experiencing made me feel even more like an outsider. The feelings cemented when I had to have my dad bring a change of clothes and pads for me one day due to an accident I had. I was still new to it, but I felt embarrassment all the same. Around the same time, I experienced something else none of my classmates had. I was in constant pain, crying often from my joints aching all over. My parents took me to a doctor, and after running multiple tests, we were told my diagnosis was JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis). I had to miss at least two weeks of school while my parents and I had to travel to a nearby state to receive the care I needed, as none of the institutions around us were equipped to do so. My parents had to carry me often and help me around the house, as the pain was so much that it took everything to bring myself to an upright position. Returning to school would prove to be a challenge, as well. I was now seen differently by classmates and teachers, too. As I returned to one of my classes, I was met with a shocking hostility. The day before I returned, the class had been disruptive. As a result, the next day when I had come back, the teacher decided to dole out the punishment she felt was necessary: writing sentences. I did not feel I should have been subjected to the punishment, as I had not even been there. My teacher, however, disagreed. She stood over me and would not leave my desk until I wrote the sentences, too. Now, I know most people would see it as nothing, just writing the same words over and over an exact number of times. For me, though, it was excruciating. I was in tremendous pain daily, especially when my joints became overworked. I was still forced to sit and write over and over, my fingers curling into a claw, tears streaming down my face, as she watched. She said I did not get a pass just because of my diagnosis.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks9 months ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
While my mother was pregnant with me in her sixth month, her gallbladder ruptured. The surgery to remove it was a success. However, it would only take a turn for something worse from there. To aid in easing her pain, my mother was put on a morphine drip. Though it did as it was intended and brought her needed relief, I was not strong enough to handle its strength. My heartbeat slowed twice, dangerously close to stopping completely, prompting immediate action to perform an emergency C-section. As I was born, doctors and nurses began working diligently to care for me.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks9 months ago in Confessions