The "Nicole Factor" Is Online

Welcome to the Nicole Factor at blogspot.com.
Powered By Blogger

The Nicole Factor

Search This Blog

Stage 32

My LinkedIn Profile

About Me

TwitThis

TwitThis

Twitter

Messianic Bible (As If the Bible Isn't)

My About.Me Page

Views

Facebook and Google Page

Reach Me On Facebook!

Talk To Me on Fold3!

Showing posts with label people with disabilities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people with disabilities. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Yesterday's Incident That Involved A Neighborhood Pitbull & A "Potty" Session

The long story short, regarding an incident in the afternoon of February 27th EST, is this:

Reilly and Camille made another good call in barking when they saw a notorious fence-jumping neighborhood pitbull from the window by the computer, though they really shouldn't have been barking—besides, as "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" told Reilly, Reilly and Camille didn't need to worry about the other puppy. 

Also, "Momma" thankfully had Reilly's harness and leash on Reilly when Fence Jumper* came and ran along the side of the fence that is opposite to the back porch. Then again, Fence Jumper could've jumped into the yard and continued to disobey her owner instead of eventually going back to her family's house**. Either way, Reilly and Camille—notwithstanding that their barking alerted "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" to Fence Jumper's escape and run in the neighborhood—ended up not having to worry about her.

* Real name withheld. Also, Fence Jumper is a sweet pitbull and one whom can be aggressive in spite of her sweetness. 
** That may've created a situation in which "Momma" would've needed someone to help her and Reilly.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Most Of My Commentary Will Have To Be On Twitter, My Blog, &c..

A couple of reasons for this are:


  1. YouTube's continued kiboshing of webcam-upload technology.
  2. Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses—part of the reason that YouTube's kiboshing of webcam-upload technology is abysmally detrimental to me (and others with disabilities)—don't allow me to have the wherewithal—physically, mentally, or otherwise—to be able to write, type, hold a camera, etc. 17-15/7. There are even days on which I can't write about Reilly of late.
  3. I'm working on becoming an author and I have other things to do as well—I don't have the luxury to write, type, etc.. at least 8/7.
Thus, most of my commentary will have to be on Twitter, Blogger, etc. to save me strength energy, time. 

"Momma" Tried To Roll Reilly Over Herself; "Auntie Michelle" Had To Deal With Stubborn & Jealous Reilly, Etc..

Trying to roll over Reilly herself—although Reilly at least gets that "Momma" will roll her over if she has to do so, as she demonstrated just now—got "Momma" only to hold Reilly as she stood on her two back legs—once again evidencing that "Momma" needs to have her helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy" in both her life and Reilly's life as soon as possible. Also not helping "Momma" was when Reilly decided to have "Auntie Michelle" again "pick her up" to take her downstairs to "go potty" and bring her up to "Momma" as exhausted and fighting-off-an-ear-infection "Momma" was studying for an online class, fell asleep multiple times during the study session—though she at least benefited in inadvertently engaging in the study-sleep cycle of information retention—and was already upstairs for the night, anyway—and since "Momma" is not fighting off her infection with antibiotics, she still is a little more sleepy of late.

Incidentally, "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" fell today when she was carrying both the book for her class and what she needed to replace Ri's and Cam's water in their water bowls in their crates—and had Ri and Cam not been in their crates in order for "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" to have focused study time, a chair and/or "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" could've fallen on one or both of them—and she at least landed on her stomach and without hitting her face on the cabinet in front of her. Meanwhile, she stayed by Ri and Cam while she was studying—and she did fall asleep this time!

Speaking of and back to when she did fall asleep and was upstairs for the night anyway, "Momma" had to deal with a jealous Reilly both during "night nights" time and this morning—Reilly would neither let Camille say "night nights" to "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" or onto her bed when they came to greet her in the morning, and "Mom-Mom" had to convince Camille that jumping up on "Auntie Nicole"'s bed was going to be safe despite Reilly's jealousy. 

Friday, February 24, 2017

Is Reilly's Bark Worse Than Her Bite? Apparently...

Her bite is worse than her bark, as she told "Momma" by nosebutting her hand when she asked her. Besides, Reilly did seem to concede that—for example—she could take advantage of "Auntie Michelle"'s lack of moral authority of her—basically, along with "Mom-Mom" (whom, for instance, once again refused to roll Reilly over when Reilly was barking like a klipeh) leaving "Momma" helpless in any case and all the more needing someone whom can have moral authority over Reilly (especially if he is who "Momma" thinks that he is). Reilly took advantage of this twice over the two past days alone.

The first instance occurred last night when "Auntie Michelle" took off Reilly's harness and leash after she took her "potty", thus leaving "Momma" unable to keep Reilly from running back to "Mom-Mom"'s room—which she does when she doesn't have on the harness and leash—and "Momma" persisted to no avail for "Auntie Michelle" to get Reilly and bring her into "Momma"'s room, and "Auntie Michelle"'s excuse for not getting Reilly is that Reilly repeatedly attempted to bite her.

The second instance occurred this evening when Reilly bit "Auntie Michelle"'s wrist and arm in order to try to get her attention.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Somewhat Offbeat: An Observation Re "Momma"'s Possible Helpmate & Reilly's Possible "Daddy"

"Momma" thinks that even less than a few could compete with him, assuming that who she thinks that he is, is who he is—besides (and forgive the language), "Momma" would like to see what happens if and when ones that are punks try to compete with him ("Momma" again assumes that who she thinks that he is, is who he is)—and how many of either the punks and non punks would stay with her in the long term, even if just for Reilly's sake? After all, even Reilly might not help—for example—their images and reputations with their families, their friends, or other associates—in this ableist society, including even among "Momma"'s own family, ableism prevails to the point at which "Mom-Mom" has pulled the card that many have pulled: i.e., the "people with disabilities shouldn't own pets" card; and never mind "V'ahavta et Yehovah Eloheikha..." or "v’ahavta l’rey’akha kamokha.

Also, back to the point about how many of them would stay with "Momma" in the long term—Reilly's "great-grandaunt" Kas rejected three marriage proposals likely because—as far as her grandniece knows and guesses by having lived it—she knew that they'd likely run in the long term because of the CP—whether or not they knew that that's actually what had (Score One for one of Reilly's name honorees—again 🙄, notwithstanding that she is one of Reilly's memorialized name honorees.).

Meanwhile, "Momma"'s getting Reilly to come back to the porch after she ran when "Momma" was adjusting her grip on her green leash (since "Mom-Mom" did not get her pink leash out of the cart wheel) was a real cinch—in terms of, for instance and in all seriousness, being tempted to have to crawl again because of an almost-entirely-non-maneuverable cart—who'd be willing to deal with that image & reputation cramper?

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Trump: Bad On Morality And Bad On Morale

As more of the Trump saga unfolds—and only God knows why He wrote it the way that he did—morality and morale are showing to be on the decline in the United States, and some absolutely- and truly-ugly colors and sides of people are either coming out or beginning to be formed. For example, and as if this hasn't been written about before:


  1. Anti Semitism, including Self-Hating Jewishness, is coming out in the open & on the rise. At least Jews like Dennis Prager, for instance, are revealing their far-from-dati colors—and there is nothing dati or b'ahavah about supporting a man whom keeps "My New Order" by his bedside, "[doesn't] want [Jewish] money", as if we're the canardic "short little guys that wear yarmulkes every day", and is friends with Anti-Zionist Netanyahu & Agudat Yisra'el. By the way, the only reason that there are even friends of Trumps like the Netanyahus and their mutual friends known as the Adelsons—whom really spurned the hand of Whom blessed them—is: 1) the one Whom blessed the families like the often-enviously-disparaged Rothschilds and the self-hating Adelsons remade us the head and not the tail; and 2) the Anti Semites that forced many of us into banking as the only available occupation had the evil that they did to us for good; and these Anti Semites now don't like when the tables turned on us and even their families are blessed by B'nei Yisra'el.
  2. Ableism is definitely on the rise. As Serge Kovaleski got mocked, Marlee Matlin got cursed as "retarded"—which, by the way, Donald Trump violated the mitzvah of not to curse the deaf in so doing—and people like me have been threatened by "physically fit German American[s]," many can see why Betty DeVos wants to repeal the ADA and make the lives of PWDs (people with disabilities) than it is, for instance.
  3. Misogyny is on the rise. Ask, e.g., the Chuck Nellis whom attacked me for being a "girl" when he lost the argument regarding how dangerous Trump is; and ask the GOP Senate whom cowed to Trump by silencing Elizabeth Warren.
  4. Racism and xenophobia are on the rise. By the way, thank God that Coretta Scott King died when she did—she did not have to live to see this (cf. Isaiah 57:1-2), and she's a gentile whom went to the mountaintop where her late husband and others are (cf. Micah 4:2).
  5. U.S. military morale is on the decline. Ask, e.g., the family of CSWO William "Ryan" Owens, USN, KIA. Also ask the troops that dread that they will be sent to war against Mexico and actually with, instead of against, Trump's and Putin's mutual friend Rouhani—a known Anti Semite.
In conclusion, envious Anti Semites and Self-Hating Jews, dehumanizing ableists, patronizing misogynists, and nativist racists and xenophobes are helping Donald Trump put the United States of America and the U.S. Armed Forces on a slope of moral and morale decline,  

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Ba(rke)d(-Up) Start To the Day

As Reilly's 2.83-year birthday is coming upReilly started off the morning by barking like a klipeh as she's been prone to do since ~1.83 years ago. From what "Mom-Mom" recalls, she picked up the habit from four much-older adult puppies in the neighborhood—and someone else has picked up on it since—and Camille, in fact, picked up the barking habit in turn so much so that she was even facing the door to the backyard and barking because of some neighbors whom she saw walking!

"Auntie Nicole" would have a hard time rolling over Camille, and she certainly had a hard time trying to roll over Camille's cousin ⃰  earlier—and the only reason that she could even try to roll over Reilly is because she was sitting up on her bed and Reilly was on the bed with her, and Reilly was facing the bedside window. Reilly put up a fight complete with flailing and thrashing around—and "Momma" couldn't roll over Reilly.




⃰  They're actually twice-removed cousins—as Apple, Reilly's mother, is a grandaunt of Tootsie, Camille's mother.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Why I As a Conservative Stand With Avaaz & Other Leftist Or Left-Leaning Organizations In Certain Cases Against RINO Trump

Donald "Insurance For Everybody" Trump is proving to be just as bad as Barack "You can keep your doctor if you like him" Obama to any reasonable mind—yeah; who's really going to repeal Obamacare now? Who's also going to help the least among us—Dr. "Get people off of it" Ben Carson? Not everyone has the (apparently-)good (mis)fortune of not suffering disabilities (such as in the case of those like Dr. Carson, whom might actually need to suffer disabilities for at least a while to see what it's like).

On the other hand, if Donald Trump and Dr. "[I]f the people had not been disarmed" Carson get their way, I (and others) could always die in another T4—and, in their minds, why not, since we'd be decreasing the load on their entitlement system? Besides, especially to Dr. "[I]f the people had not been disarmed" Carson, I as a Jew am expendable—since, after all, Jews were apparently responsible for the Holocaust because we weren't legally allowed to defend ourselves—I suppose, too, that there's "legitimate" Anti Semitism just as there's "legitimate rape", since "you can't rape your spouse", correct? Not that I could defend myself, anyway—and I'd be an easy target for rapists and rape enablers such as Michael Cohen and Dr. Carson—and get real if you don't think that people like me would not be blamed if Donald Trump et. al. get their way.

As for me, I stand with organizations like Avaaz and even Ultraviolet when I need to stand with them—after all:

If Trump gets his way, he's coming for the Jews—
And if I don't speak up for myself, who will speak up for me?
Then he'll come for people with disabilities—
And if I speak up for only myself, who will speak up for others?
Then he'll come for even quite a few women whom support him—
And if women like me who don't support him don't speak up now, when will we be able to speak up?
After all, this isn't just about if he'd come for me and I'd have nobody left to speak up for me.

Ben Carson's Attitude Is A Symptom and Reflection Of Society's Ableism

If only the case were as simplistic as Ben Carson likes to make it seem. Too many self-proclaimed conservatives don't help their communities, and then they complain about those of us "that make excuses"—as one person named "Gillespie" accused people like me of being.

Speaking of Gillespies, I had neighbors whom are Gillespies and have at least two friends whom are Gillespies; and the Gillespie in question is a shame to my neighbors' and friends' family name. I say this, by the way, with shandas to my own family namesIrish ones, including Reilly, being among them and Jewish ones, including Czarnecki, being among them. 

The Czarneckis whom were—and some of whom still are—shandas to the shem hamispacha either lied or did not say the truth about how my cousin Jamie came to have a low IQ—only later did I find out that he was not born that way. As for my mom's family, her grandmother Alice Reilly Allen may well have lied about her aunt Kas' disability—incidentally, one of my Gillespie friends brought this to light when he told me that she had Cerebral Palsy like I do, not Polio—and my maternal grandmother confirmed that Nana Allen may well have lied.. 

The point, then, is that Ben Carson's attitude is one more case in point that ableism continues to be rampantevenand perhaps especiallyin families whom have members whom have disabilitiesincluding even themselves: case in point, my dad never admitted to having OCD/Anxiety or Depression (and I found out only after I was diagnosed with OCD/Anxiety and Depression, and looked back on why all those pill bottles were in his apartment—and they weren't B12 ones, as I should've known), and he still justifies lying about his paternal grandfather's suicide (about which I should've known before I ended up in Sheppard Pratt after I threatened to take Great-Granddad's path).

PS I went to college and graduated with a B.A. in Political Science. I am registered with an employment agency. I am on LinkedIn, etc.—as I said, if only the case were as simplistic as Ben Carson and others like to make it seem. 
Meanwhile how (un)fortunate that he doesn't suffer a disabilityand maybe if he did suffer one, he'd at least know something about being the least among humankind and compassion. That's one of the few reasons that I'm glad that I have Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses—that is, being of the least among humankind, "those that make excuses", etc., I know what compassion is and what it isn't.

Friday, December 30, 2016

More Easily Suitored Than Sought & Loved

Many guys—even good guys—claim that they wouldn't care if a prospect had disabilities, and then push comes to shove. Having Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses, I can tell you exactly what I am—or at least potentially am—regardless of whether a guy could or could not handle it:


  1. A medical expense—e.g., I take three medications for OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD. 
  2. A burden—e.g., What kind of guy wants to be bound by a woman whom can't drive?
  3. An embarrassment—e.g., What kind of guy wants to have to drive a woman to Baclofen Pump refill appointments; and what kind of guy wants to lose friends because of being a woman with Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses?
I'm crying as I'm typing all of this, too, as I know the pain of being a woman with disabilities and a damned statistic unless some miracle saves me—e.g.:



Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Somewhat Offbeat: Why Reilly's "Momma" Didn't Go Across Morgan State University

Reilly will be 2.75 years old on Christmas—"Momma" can't believe it 🙂😢! Time passes and is short in the first place, and "Momma" tries to spend as much time as she can spend with Reilly—and often, CP, OCD/Anxiety, etc. are part of what takes a drain on "Momma" and cuts into "Momma"'s time with Reilly—which is also part of why "Momma" is working on becoming a full-time author and refusing to go to a "jobs training" program for people with disabilities all the way in Baltimore, let alone across from Morgan State University! 

First of all, "Momma" and Reilly live in Howard County—some parts of which have their own issues, anyway; and "Momma" can't drive—so, of course, "Momma" would have to stay on the program's facility 24-5. Second of all, "Momma" can't guarantee that she'd even make it home on Fridays and Saturdays—since someone else would have to drive her, she can't guarantee that she'd find (or at least not burden) someone—besides, she'd be:

  1.  in Baltimore City*
  2. across from Morgan State University**
  3. in a city where certain elements don't like Jews and people with disabilities***
  4. in a facility where some copycat may imitate that Japanese man whom malthanized 19 people with disabilities
Besides, does "Momma" really want to have Reilly worry that she'll never come back from Baltimore, much less after five days in a dangerous area of Baltimore? As a Jew whom has disabilities and owns an adult puppy ("dog"), "Momma" thinks about all of thatand she is certainly not oblivious or naȉve just because she has disabilities (including mental illnesses)—contrary to subconcious and deliberate misconceptions, people with disabilities are neither a monolithic group nor subhuman tools whom are means to ends.

Thus, "Momma" refuses to—so to speak—be thrown to wolves—she also refuses to buy the ableist argument that people with disabilities shouldn't have pets. Besides, she looks for jobs on LinkedIn and other sites, and continues to write as she spends time with the domestic canines known as "Reilly Rosalita" and "Camille Dominique".


Reilly snuggling with "Froggie".




*Thus, in a city where riots happened in 2015 and where opportunists could turn protests in riots

*Which has a crime-riddled history, even as recently as last month (Google "Morgan State crime rate", and check Google's new section as well)
** And "Momma" has made clear that she is a Jewish "Momma" with disabilities whom tries her best to be a good "Momma" to her "bark mitzvah"
***And the SPLC Hate Map gives that "Momma" and others have at least seven groups whom hate them in the Baltimore Area alone

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Behaving-Hypocritically Reilly 😞, And Camille The Blankie Dominator and Yogurthead

Leave to Ri to growl at Cam and—as "Auntie Michelle" observed—for being impatient at "num nums" time, and then barking like she's doing as "Momma" types and hasn't stopped since she came in from going "potty". Also leave to Ri to:


  1. Give "Momma" a hard time in trying to take her "potty" prior to her walk—and not letting her get her harness and leash on her at all—and at least "Auntie Michelle" acknowledged that blaming "Momma" for Reilly's running in the opposite direction , etc., was (as "Momma" put it) "insensitive bull****"—"Momma" can't run and catch or corner Reilly!
  2. Trying to chase a squirrel and eating "nasties" at an earlier time that she's going "potty"
  3. Misbehaving on her walk, as "Auntie Michelle" reported
Reilly's misbehavior is disendearing and disingenuous—"Momma" gets that puppies are like toddlers, and she nonetheless knows that Reilly knows better than to inappropriately bark, eat "nasties", chase squirrels, and otherwise misbehave.

As for Camille, she was misbehaving for a bit as well—she tried to, eh, dominate her blankie as usual; and she growled at Reilly yesterday when Reilly tried to play the "Find the Toy In the Blankie" game (and Reilly continues to be afraid of Camille when Camille does that, despite that Ri has the right to keep her mind sharp by playing, too). She also was not patient in waiting for "Auntie Nicole" to drop the blankie:





Reilly finds Camille "weird".












Meanwhile, Reilly surprisingly did not lick Camille's head when some yogurt accidentally got on it—and even left a Harry Potter-scar shape. Cam tried to lick it, though, and licked whatever fell off of her head—of course, she wouldn't let "Auntie Nicole" exactly take a picture or wipe the yogurt off of her head—and she decided to wipe her itchy head on the chair covers.







PS Again, that "Momma" has a hard time managing Reilly due to her disability is part of why "Momma" needs a helpmate and a "Daddy" for Reilly—and if he is who she thinks that he is, he has to contact her, since she doesn't quite know what he wants.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

"Momma" Worries For Reilly & Herself As Life Continues To Close In On Her And, Thus, Reilly

In an article that "Momma" read recently, the article's author quoted Dr. Brené Brown: 

"Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow—that’s vulnerability."
Puppiesincluding adult puppies—are truly as loyal as any creature can be. Meanwhile, especially when humans get in the way of that loyalty can be incredibly frustrating—especially when the humans who get in the way do so because they take advantage of a more-vulnerable human—as "Momma" is typing this, for example, "Auntie Michelle" is deliberately holding off from bringing Reilly downstairs to take Reilly potty

"Auntie Michelle" darned well knows that she wouldn't take advantage if "Momma" did not have Cerebral Palsy, because she couldn't take advantage(!)—unless "Momma" had another physical disability (whether a visible one or an invisible one, and whether another neurophysical one or a non-neurophysical one) and provided that "Momma"'s mental illnesses weren't debilitatingly flaring up, "Momma" could safely take Reilly out at night. 

"Momma" has also told "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom" this—i.e., that they couldn't take advantage of "Momma" re Reilly if she didn't have a physical disability—several times—and they know deep in their hearts that they do it even if and when they do it subconsciously.

That's part of why "Momma" blogs so much about Reilly needing a "Daddy" and "Momma" needing a helpmate. By the way, speaking of a "Daddy" for Reilly and a helpmate for "Momma", "Momma" recently wrote:


"While "Momma" has some ideas about whom Reisy's "Daddy" might be (or at least whom she hopes that he might be), she's not sure that she's currently—and she's more sure that she's currently notin a position to share her specific thoughts about that with anyone but God, Reisy (even though Reisy is a canine—specifically, an adult puppy known as a "dog"as opposed to a human), and a few other people. If anything, the case seems to be that whoever Reisy's "Daddy" is might have to tell "Momma"—especially if he's among those whom "Momma" thinks strongly might be Reisy's "Daddy"."

That's part of why "Momma" requoted Dr. Brown—and whether she has to look or has already found him, she still has to wait either way. ðŸ˜’


Friday, October 21, 2016

"Momma" Gets Acute Reillyitis When...

Reilly barks like a banshee or even a klipeh. Even this morning (and as "Momma" types), Reilly has been barking ceaselessly—and her friend which is known as the spray bottle was utilized multiple times—not to mention that Camille was sprayed, too.

Of course, working-from-home-today "Mom-Mom" was of no helphad she rolled over Reilly and asked "Who rules?" like a friend of "Grandaunt Frannie" taught "Momma" while they were visiting her, Reilly would've stopped barking. As "Momma" has written:


"This is also another reminder of why "Momma" needs a "Daddy" for Reilly as both "Momma" and "Reilly" get older—besides, an as-possible-as-able man would be able to have authority over Reilly than 5'1.75"-and-afflicted-with-CP-and-Scoliosis "Momma". Granted that, for example, the main person who inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly got frustrated when "Momma" once complained about her state in her life—as he understandably viewed "Momma"'s complaining as being a pity-party schtick, as most other people view it because they don't get how hard it is for "Momma"."


Seriously, the sooner that God sends "Momma" a helpmate and Reilly a "Daddy", the better.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Like Heck If "Momma" Knows How Reilly Got Fleas, And "Momma"'s Impatience (Or Something) With God

Imagine that Reilly and Camille come up to greet you every morning. Then imagine the following sequence of events from today:


  1. "Mom-Mom" tells you to hurry up and "Auntie Michelle"—the greeters' sender—that she wants Reilly off your bed.
  2. You find out that Reilly has fleas—and you ask, "Are you serious?"
  3. "Mom-Mom" yells at you and blames you for the fleas "BECAUSE OF THE FILTH IN YOUR ROOM!"
  4. You later find out that "Mom-Mom" saw only two fleas on Reilly, and the fleas weren't even on or in Reilly's skin.
  5. "Mom-Mom" won't answer your question as to how Reilly could've gotten fleas, and tells you to not tell anybody that Reilly might have fleas. The case later turns out to be that Reilly had only those two fleas; she perhaps could've gotten them from another dog (though "Mom-Mom" wouldn't answer the question about whether that's a possibility), and "Mom-Mom" was worried about flea eggs in your room & on Reilly.
  6. "Mom-Mom" was able to spray down the room, etc. with anti-flea spray and get any flea eggs off of Reilly. Meanwhile, she earlier dismissed that your room isn't as clean as you'd—let alone she'd—like it to be because of your Cerebral Palsy (e.g., lack of physical strength), Depression (e.g., a lack of enough energy), ADD, and OCD/Anxiety (e.g., afraid of throwing something valuable away—and as "Momma" told "Mom-Mom", "[what "Momma" has up there is] not all trash").
Then people wonder why "Momma" can't be as patient with God about having a "Daddy" for Reilly as Camille and Reilly can be with "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" in general.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Reilly As A Service Dog & In A Courtroom?!

Firstly, Reilly is not behaved enough to ever be a service dog. Secondly, she misbehaved and barked enough to cause "Momma" to flinch while "Momma" was typing just a few minutes ago—and she knows that barking is a "no-no". Thirdly, she is already two-and-a-half years old and more than old enough to be fasting on Yom Kippur if puppies could fast and had to fast—and she would be fasting if she could and were required to fast.

Finally, "Momma" would never drag barky and all-too-gregarious-for-a-courtroom Reilly into any courtroom—besides, "Momma" thankfully ended up not having to take legal action in regard to a recent violation of the ADA after all—"Momma" has nobody whom'd drive her to the courts, anyway.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Offbeat: Still Waiting On Reilly's "Daddy" & An Awful Post On People With Disabilities

Firstly, about the post: according to a now-ex Facebook friend, "people with mental/neurological disabilities"—including, by her logic, herself—should never marry or have children—since they can't handle being spouses and parents, and will only put their children into dysfunction and poverty. Also according to her, Reilly's human grandparents shouldn't have had children. Meanwhile, the hypocrite herself recently married and refused to respond when Reilly's "Momma" pointed out that the now-ex friend was basically saying that God shouldn't have created people with disabilities—"Momma" also, pointed out, for example and without saying in the exact words what she pointed out, that the hypocrite wants to deny others with disabilities the opportunity to marry.

As if "Momma" isn't in enough pain, didn't hope for a miracle on Yom Teru'ah and National Boyfriend Day, and isn't even trying to be a good "Momma" to Reilly! As if "Momma" doesn't think about herself and "Reilly" getting older while "Momma" either needs Reilly's "Daddy" to come into her life soon or might have to end up remaining an alteh moid and being another stereotypical and forced-by-life case of the ableist argument that people with disabilities don't get married because society doesn't love them!


"Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed. And all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand.
"That force took shape in the middle of spring with the arrival of Tom Buchanan. There was a wholesome bulkiness about his person and his position, and Daisy was flattered. Doubtless there was a certain struggle and a certain relief. The letter reached Gatsby while he was still at Oxford"

If "Momma" has to settle like Daisy Buchanahn did, she will—at least she'd be able to expect that she'd be ablestically cheated on if she did get cheated on, as opposed to have to say "I should've have expected to be cheated on" if she ends up getting cheated on by a guy whom she thought might actually stay with her.

Incidentally, "Momma" did once send tthe main person whom inspired her to write about Reilly a writing-practice piece in which she quoted The Great Gatsby —and she is more than ever reminded about that green light on the dock as she waits for whomever Reilly's "Daddy" might be:

"There's a "Great Gatsby" meme that's going around the Internet, and it's—at least I assume that it's—particularly made inroads in the Facebook world—after all, the Facebook world is its subject. The "Gatsby" meme reads something like, "When you see your crush online, you know how Gatsby felt when he stared at the green light at the end of the dock." The reference is, of course, how a crush's name with "Web O" by it is reminiscent of the following: "'You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.'""
Unlike Gatsby, though, "Momma" won't have the memory of her green light fade and have the green light become just another object.







Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Originally On LinkedIn: Why I Don't Want To Start Off With An Entry-Level Job: Hint: It's Not Because I Feel Entitled

It's because an entry-level job may be my only job if I were to take one. Having Cerebral Palsy as well as OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD, I am not viewed as an employable person whom happens to have a physical disability and mental illnesses—I am viewed as an unemployable disability and cocktail of mental illness whom is good enough only for an entry-level job if I'm good enough even for that, and never up able to move in the career ladder because I am a disability and cocktail [of] mental illnesses—I am viewed as a would-be embarrassment, liability, expense, and burden to employers.
I know how I'm viewed because I've lived it in all realms of my life—e.g., familial, romantic, academic, and obviously professional. 



That's part of why I'm working on becoming an analyst-commentator and author—I do not want to be viewed as an unemployable disability whom's good only for entry-level jobs if I'm ever be employable at all. I also do not want to be defined by my disabilities—in fact, I just yelled at my sister as I was about to type "stop telling me to be an advocate for people with disabilities":



There you ******* go.


Too many a family member, friend, and other kind of person have suggested that I be an advocate for people with disabilities—just as my sister suggested that I start an organization for people with disabilities—I compare it to when African Americans were viewed as disabilities because of their skin color and definable only by their skin color, which was viewed as a disability.

Just like Martin Luther King, Jr. and other African Americans whom did not want to be defined "by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character", I did and do not want to be viewed as and defined by my Cerebral Palsy, OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD—I want to be defined as an employable person and contributing member of society whom happens to have Cerebral Palsy, OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

More About Deeply-Thought-Of Considerations: Why I've Become A Skeptic About Finding Someone (e.g., More Of Part Of the Ugly Part)

Since I have, e.g., Cerebral Palsy and Depression, I might be a burden and medical expense in of myself to many a guy, which is part of what I've considered: I know that many a guy would not end up staying with someone like me in the long term—besides, I need someone whom's physically and mentally stronger than me, and would be willing to be strong enough for me.

I've seriously become a skeptic about finding someone because of that—that is, because I have C.P., Depression, etc.. On one dating website, I had to block one person because of his ableism, etc.. Another, I'm pretty sure, rejected me because of my disability:

"Thank you for the kind message, but unfortunately I'm looking for a different type of girl." 


Yeah; "[d]ifferent type of girl" my tuchus—he could've just been honest instead of backhandedly polite. I also think that prospects have gone down since I posted a picture with me with my cart (What did they want me to do: lie?!). 

As I stated, I've seriously become a skeptic about finding someone because of that—not to mention the rampant ableism in our society, anyway; such as regarding the awful case of the ableist (and perhaps Anti-Semitic) TSA agent whom battered a girl named Hannah Cohen.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Deeply-Thought-Of Considerations That I've Made In Light Of Wanting Love While Getting Older And More Vulnerable Everyday

Part of why these past couple of months have been rough for me is because I'm 26 and continuing to be in a bad position simply because of being among the many people whom have disabilities, not to mention being a person with disabilities in other minority groups—the Jewish people and the female gender, for example. Incidentally, this is why I signed up for Maplematch: I prefer to have someone whom would consider moving to Canada (from which I could perhaps make aliyah) or making aliyah with me (despite Netanyahu and Agudat Yisra'el) if Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton becomes the POTUS.

I also did and have done way more than just sign up for MapleMatch. For example:


  1. I once dabbled in online dating on, e.g., DateMySchool because I got a random invitation to that website. Needlessly to say, it didn't work out.
  2. I've even used at PlentyofFish at the recommendation of a friend whom met her own bashert on there, for example. I know what I want in and with someone, and why I want what I want. I've also made sure to warn others why they might not want me, even if they would claim otherwise—and if you're a potential prospect whom's reading this, you might be among those whom might not want me despite what you might claim. Of course, that's part of what hurts me repeatedly; though it is what it is.


That's why I'd let any prospect know—or be reminded of—and be aware of  whom he'd be getting involved if I were a prospect of his. After all:

  1. I have Cerebral Palsy—which is why I can't drive and am still looking for full-time work, for which I'm using volunteering as a stepping stone in part
  2. I have mental illnesses: OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD—all of which I am getting treated with medication and counseling
  3. I want to thus spare him from having to deal with that, including having to help me with any medical and other expenses—e.g., I have an Intravenous Bacloften  Pump and, as I stated, I can't drive.
  4. I want to also spare myself from being hurt by anyone whom cannot handle that
In other words, I don't want to be any kind of liability or burden to any man, let alone be hurt in the process of being a liability or burden to any man—I'm already a liability and/or burden in non-romantic relationships as is, despite that others claim that I'm not at all a liability or burden. Thus, any prospect of mine'd need consider if he'd be able to deal with me in the long term and not just in a moment or just the short term. I also hasten to add that—besides that I can't drive—I can't swim or participate in risky activities such as rock and mountain climbing, motorcycling, messing with pyrotechnics such as fireworks, and ice skating—besides, one of my mother's second cousins died in a motorcycle accident, and I've heard and read the horror stories about amateur fireworks users losing their limbs and/or lives.

Also, I can't just snap up and out of anything, and be healed of everything with which I'm dealing—life doesn't work like "name it, claim it" faith healing—I'd've been healed by now if God willed to heal me, and He didn't will to heal me:


  1. I'm 26; I got the ITB Pump when I was 23.
  2. My mental illnesses set off in the timespan of 2001-2013, from when was 11 to 23.
Getting worse overtime's not what I call healing, let alone healing overtime. I can only, then, guess why His strength is made perfect in my weakness, as His strength was made perfect in Paul's weakness*.

Besides, I've been hurt enough in my lifetime; and I want to just find someone and/or have someone find me at this point, and I just want the one whom God wills to somehow come into my life:


  1. 26 is quite old for someone like me to have never been married, and 26 is older for people like me than it is for most, given how ableist society is.
  2. Since I've never been married and I'm still—if you know what I mean—waiting for marriage, I'm really getting old and—at least in the eyes of many, if not most, in this ableist society—losing time and viability. 
  3. I prefer to in a same-faith relationship, as interfaith dating backfired on me twice despite that each of my two exes claimed to be a Christian at a point in the beginning of the relationship.
  4. While I'm not looking for Mr. Perfect or going to turn down anyone just because of a few bad choices and/or mistakes, I also prefer to avoid being used by or dealing with any man whom lives by being a player and/or other type of backstabber, an ableist and/or other type of bigot, and/or otherwise a man of bad character—each of my two exes was enough of that.

*Incidentally, perhaps I will be healed if I am able to make aliyah—Jesus did all of His known healing in Israel, and Jewish Christians were the ones whom healed others, both Jewish and gentile, as the Gospel was spread throughout the Roman Empire. Even, for example, Ananias healed fellow Jewish man Paul.