A week and a half. That is the amount of time that stands between me and returning to school. I never thought I’d say this- but I CANT WAIT! There’s something magical about Towson university that I can’t quite explain.

Maybe it’s that I finally have friends.

Maybe it’s that I have good grades.

Maybe it’s that all my classes are finally interesting.

Maybe it’s the excitement of finally being independent and living on my own.

Who knows, maybe it’s actually the school itself? As a person with a disability, success doesn’t come easily. Now that I seem to have all my ducks in a row, I think I’m just excited to see what challenges lay ahead. And nervous. REALLLLLY NERVOUS!


“Jerks at the county fair” take two

Against my better judgement, I returned to the county fair yesterday. I took another one of my friends with a disability, who really wanted to go. I figured that if I paid extra attention and helped her get on the rides, we wouldn’t have any issues.

First, she decide to go on the merry-go-round. As we approached the ticket booth, I asked the attendant if I could help her get on. He laughed and then walked away. In the moment of time that I was baffled as to how someone could be so rude, my friend had already boarded the ride. Needless to say, she had a lot of difficulty getting up on the horse. The ride attendant came by and tried to help her up. When she couldn’t do it, he got frustrated and started talking in a stern voice to her. My friend started getting really flustered. I started getting really angry. I was stuck on the outside of the ride with no way to get in. AGAIN.

And then she appeared. My guardian angel.

A woman from the other side of the ride tapped the attendant on the shoulder and asked him to move. She gently tried to help my friend get on the horse. When she still couldn’t, the lady said “that’s okay” and helped her sit in one of the carriages.

I was so grateful to this lady. Every time the merry-go-round passed, I mouthed “thank you”at her. Yet 27 thank you’s didn’t seem like enough, especially when At the end of the ride she went out of her way to help my friend off.

It never ceases to amaze me how nice strangers can be. After the ride was over, I completely forgot about the nasty ride attendant.

And to my guardian angel- thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

And one last time for good measure- thank you.

You are the epitome of what is good in this world. I sure hope that one day it all comes back to you. 🙂

Bystander effect

I went to the county fair with one of my good friends, who just happens to have a disability. He decided that he wanted to go on some of the rides. He went on a few, and had a blast! He decided to go back and do his favorite one again. The ride was a giant vertical circle, kinda like a Ferris wheel, and essentially had you go around the inside of the circle (upside down) in a car.

The loading area of the ride had some cars on flat ground, and some where you got in on a slight angle. My friend was one of the last to board, and nobody got up to let him get in one of the accessible cars, even though he was having trouble getting into the others. Needless to say, he fell hard getting into the car, and couldn’t get up.

NOBODY HELPED HIM. Not even the kid sitting in the SAME CAR. A kid behind me laughed. A PARENT laughed. The ride attendant just stood there. I tried to get into the ride, but the guy said “the ride is full.”


“Listen dude, I wouldn’t ride your upside down circle ride if you paid me. Let me in so I can help my friend, who nobody else seems to want to help .”

At this point, my friend had gotten up and was visibly limping and wincing in pain. Still nobody helped. I helped him down the stairs, and as we walked out , the attendant said “well, he rode it okay 15 minutes ago.”


Oh, sorry. I have Tourette’s. (See disclaimer.)

My friend was understandably upset. He wondered why nobody tried to help him. I wondered the same thing. I can understand that maybe some people were shocked and didn’t know what to do, or thought somebody else would help. But after a minute, they could see that nobody was trying to help. ( except me, trying to get into the freaking ride.)

I can understand. But I cannot excuse. I cannot understand or excuse the kid who laughed. I certainly cannot excuse the PARENT who laughed. And I sure as heck can’t excuse the attendant of the ride who just stood there and didn’t even have the decency to ask if my friend was ok.

I told my friend “sometimes people just suck.” I also told him that all the people who suck in this world are greatly outnumbered by people who don’t suck. People who are kind, helpful, and caring. People like him , and like the emt who gave him ice for his injuries. People like the ticket booth attendant who held up the line to make conversation with him about his special Olympics shirt, and then let him in free because he’s just that awesome.

Because of all the people who don’t suck, we had an awesome time at the fair. nice people are always more memorable than mean ones. We weren’t going to let a few sticks in the mud ruin our time, and we didn’t.


I made a joke in this blog post about how I could call the ride attendant an asshole because I had Tourette’s. Honestly, I called him that because it was true.

LESS THAN 10% OF PEOPLE WITH TOURETTES SAY CURSE WORDS. This is called coprolalia and is not common with TS. Please don’t associate TS with cursing. I figured id include this because the main purpose of this blog is to educate and advocate.

Also, have an awesome day 🙂 (yay passive aggressivity?!)