So, it’s March, Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month. I trust you are all aware of me, and if you are not, you will be the next time I scratch your door frame. In this most celebratory month, I am enjoying the delicious irony in the fact that palsy month takes place during the only month synonymous with “walking in a stately, deliberate manner.” There are so many ways to celebrate, I’m considering marketing an all- in- one Palsy Party starter pack: a pin the wheel on the wheelchair game, a variety of classic easy-open microwave meals, an emergency response guide for when that one friend thinks it would be fun to play Twister and falls—the possibilities are endless. While I don’t want to suck the joy out of party-planning, here are ten more serious things I want you to know about cerebral palsy (CP)…
1. I was born this way. Whoa, hold up. Not exactly this way. I assure you I did not have a 450- pound purple power chair while in the womb. That probably would have taken up too much space. However, I developed CP before I was born, and I have always had CP. The exact cause is not known, but I can surmise that my brain bled at some point. While I don’t really care what the exact reason is, it’s pretty amusing to envision little in-utero me turning to my twin one morning and saying, “Last night got pretty wild. My brain hurts just thinking about it. I think I’ve come down with a slight case of CP.”
2. The messages between my brain and my muscles are… creative. I won’t bore you with a complex medical explanation of what CP actually is, but hopefully this nutshell will help. In a person without CP, the brain and nerves work together to regulate muscle strength and flexibility, also called tone. The right balance of tone creates the message necessary to move smoothly. Think of a text that says “MOVE LEG.” The messages between my brain and muscles are more garbled, as though the two are late night texting after a chaotic happy hour.
S See sample message below:
3. Cerebral palsy DOES define me, just not entirely. Many a cheesy meme will tell you that a winning person with CP will roll her institutional looking manual wheelchair (with no posture supports) to the top of a mountain, put her arms in the air (boasting full range of motion), and “not let CP define her!” Well, guess what? My disability is part of who I am, so it does define me. It is not my entire definition, but I wouldn’t be me without it. Without my CP, a lot would stay the same, but so much would be missing. Take my skill for digging sprinkles out of a wheelchair seat for example. A hard-earned CP associated talent they don’t teach at the career center!
4. CP is not progressive, but it is changeable. Pretty much every medical page on the web will tell you that CP is not progressive. In the strict sense, it’s not. It does not follow a defined degenerative course and I am able to build muscle. But nonetheless, the way CP affects me can change. The cumulative effects of too-tight muscles on bones result in me not being able to do many of the things I used to be able to. Gone are the days of walking with someone holding me and knees that bend past ninety degrees. It is easy to feel a little guilty about functional loss and I used to struggle a lot with feeling that maybe I could of would have should have used my walker more, sat up straighter, done more physical therapy…. But I’ve learned that no matter what, some natural changes in function are inevitable when your muscles have been faithfully yanking on your bones with overzealous energy for 24 years. It’s sometimes a bummer to stop doing things that were once easy, but for everything I’ve stopped doing with the passing of time, I’ve done something new I never thought I would. I may no longer use my walker apart from brief exercise sessions, but increased time in a chair has enabled me to independently navigate a campus without fear of falling.
(Ed Sheeran voice): When your legs are more spastic than they were before... and you’re barely bending your knees, remember darling, it’s not your fault, that’s getting older with CP.
5. Having CP is hard sometimes, but it’s not for the reasons most people think. While my disability has very real physical and medical consequences, and having crotchety joints is not always fun, I don’t feel that there is anything “wrong” with the design of my body. I spend a lot more time wishing the environment was more inclusive of those of us who break the mold than wishing I could walk on my own or play football. If society focused on building more structures that could accommodate wheelchairs, and made it easier for disabled folks to get housing, jobs, and education, being disabled would be markedly less challenging. This is not to say either that I am opposed to all medical interventions, but at this stage of my life I am mainly interested in those that control pain. I’ll pass on learning how to skip.
6. “Are you disabled in your dreams?” Quite vividly so. This seems to be a popular question, and I think many people expect that my dreamscape is full of images of me playing extreme sports and taking jaunty carefree steps. My dreamscape is something more of a disability-informed “choose your own adventure book.” Common plotlines include losing my Medicaid card, falling out of my chair, and having a home health agency award you more service hours from a new program while “Dream Me” explains that I can’t double dip and use two home care programs. In the one dream in which I did climb a tree, a friend asked me “what the hell I was thinking.” Good thing my friends look after me.
7. I don’t startle all the time because I’m nervous. It’s a CP thing. If you know anything about my personality, I probably AM nervous, but that’s not why I startle so often. Many people with CP keep their moro/startle reflex, which makes us extra sensitive to sudden noises, motions, and even smells. You can read more here.
8. You can call me disabled. It’s not a dirty word. While different people will always have various opinions on proper disability terminology, I do not have any issues with the word “disabled.” To me, it is an adjective that is part of my identity, and it belongs after “I Am…” just like “American” or “female.” While I won’t be upset if you call me a “person with a disability,” I will be upset if you say that’s the “right term.” My personhood should already be assumed, and I shouldn’t have to reemphasize that I am a person.
9. Asking questions about my disability has a time and place. Most of the time, I enjoy answering questions about my disability if I perceive that doing so will make some small impact in the effort against ableism, given that questions are asked politely. However, this does not mean that I am eager or obligated to answer every inquiry when I’m out shopping, hanging out with my friends, or heading to class. Disabled people are not mobile educational tools, and sometimes, I need a day off from “raising awareness,” to be a Joe schmo human being.
10. Growing up with CP, being around others with disabilities has been valuable and empowering. I have been fortunate to grow up within a rich community of others with disabilities. Seeing and learning from people who share my experiences from an early age has allowed me to be proud of who I am and to swap resources with folks who have “been there.” If I didn’t have CP, I most likely would never have met some of the best people I know.
Happy Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month to all!