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I'm a college graduate with a B.S. in Journalism, a former newspaper reporter and newsletter editor/writer, and an advocate for rights of people with disabilities. I have a physical disability and use a motorized wheelchair. It slows me down mobility-wise, but does not bring me to a grinding halt.
I'm a college graduate with a B.S. in Journalism, a former newspaper reporter and newsletter editor/writer, and an advocate for rights of people with disabilities. I have a physical disability and use a motorized wheelchair. It slows me down mobility-wise, but does not bring me to a grinding halt.
I like reading, videos, jazz, chess, card games, surfing on the Internet, and the Indy Racing League. I'm somewhat shy, and a bit of a loner, but I enjoy being around people I feel comfortable with. WARNING! Please do not ask me to participate in any type of chain mail. I automatically delete all such requests.
I like reading, videos, jazz, chess, card games, surfing on the Internet, and the Indy Racing League.
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JimK updated their status 12:51pm
"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of...…
JimK wrote a journal entry: Two Feet of Snow Later... 12:47pm
Thursday, October 29, 2009 - 10:45 AM I have lived in Colorado for 12 years. This is probably the second…
JimK commented on their journal entry Snow, Snow, Go Away! 6:09pm
Going to bed at 5 - even if it is snowy - has made me bleeping mad! I seriously doubt that my caregivers…
JimK gave Samadian a hug 12:42pm
Try to stay calm, Sam. Things will turn out well for both you and your son.…
JimK commented on KweebsLS’s journal entry ***OY*** 12:33pm
If you shovel snow, then you're welcome to do my yard work as well. We have about six inches of the…
Jim, do I need to drive to Denver and start knocking on doors ?
Where the heck are you ?
I see your friends are worrying about you.
I surely am concerned.
Let's hope we hear from you soon.
Hello ...... ? Hello...................................?
Are you there ????
Where are you ?
I do hope you are alright.
This place gets sooooooooooooooooooooo quiet without you.
Come back and make some noise.
Missing ya.
Hugs and Mojo to you........ I hope everyone out your way is able to cope with the weather.
Weebs
Joke......
As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was nowhere in sight. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of the open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the proper thing to do.
The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and soul. As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like I'd never played before, from Going Home and The Lord is My Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest. I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, Sweet Jeezuz, Mary 'n Joseph, I have never seen nothin' like that before in the twenty years I've been putting in septic tanks.
I am seeing a psychologist weekly, getting counseling from a mental health clinic, and working on several issues, such as depression, anxiety, and emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. I'm trying to find myself!
I never wanted hearing aids because I didn't like the idea off them sticking in my ears, and couldn't stand the thought of other people staring at me. As I became less and less able to hear (even to the point of not hearing people seated at a conference table), I knew that I had to givem a try. I'm really glad I did!
I have had GERD since I was a child. Through a combination of Omeprazole plus the use of a hospital bed where the head can be raised to various degrees at night, my condition is pretty much stabilized.
I have had spastic Cerebral Palsy all my life. I was fortunate not to be mentally retarded, and have gone to, and graduated from, college. At various stages in my life, I have been employed. I was also able to drive for about fifteen years. Two years ago, my doctor informed me that I had degenerative CP, and the ability to use my hands and arms would keep decreasing throughout the rest of my life. Physical therapy has helped in dealing with this.
I have been a crack addict for nearly ten years. It's easy to start, but seems almost impossible to stop. I started using it after someone in my family died and I was all alone. I thought (incorrectly) that the drug would fill the void in my life.
As a child, I received both physical and emotional abuse. I remember some of it just like it happened yesterday, and I am now afraid of being around people.
I was sexually abused both as a child and as an adult by several strangers and a family member. Because I was (and still am) disabled and unable to walk, there was no way that I knew of to escape. Although I try not to think about that part of my life, it is impossible to forget the sexual abuse that was inflicted upon me by the perverted lusts of men and women. I see a therapist regularly, but am still hurt by painful memories, flashbacks, and nightmares.
I've been shy for a good part of my life. I think it started in my childhood as a result of various forms of abuse. I was never able to just run away since I am physically disabled. The only way I could work was by pretending I was an actor onstage. I know it sounds strange, but at least it worked. In recent years I've become accustomed to staying at home most of the time. I'm afraid to go anywhere for fear that people will make fun of me. I'm not even comfortable with my family.
Feelings of nervousness, all tensed up, shaky.
I started having panic attacks in 1997. I felt dizzy, was afraid something bad was going to happen, and felt like I was going to pass out. after a few months the attacks stopped. They started again about six years ago, then stopped for no reason. In December of 2005, I began having more of them. I'm afraid of having them almost all the time, even though there's nothing I should be afraid of. This is driving me crazy!
I have flown ten times, but hated each flight. I can no longer fly at all.
I take medicine to get to sleep, but usually wake up and can't get to sleep again. I've been having scary nightmares lately. They sometimes cause me to wake up screaming.
I have had scoliosis for at least twenty years. I think it began as a result of my sitting in a wheelchair due to my disability. My doctor now says my scoliosis has become severe. I am in pain most of the time. I am very frightened about what the future may have in store for me.
Although I've had PTSD for several years, I was just diagnosed with it this year. I've been through a lot of things including physical, mental, verbal, emotional and sexual abuse. I also have gruesome nightmares as well as a physical disability.
I've had this for most my life, but just thought of as normal until I had a hearing test. The ringing in my ears makes it difficult to hear other sounds.
I have a physical disability as well as some mental health problems. Medicaid has been a life saver.
I am physically disabled and also have some mental health problems.
I have had back pain for several years. Last week I was diagnosed with having severe scoliosis.
I came from a very dysfunctional family, and have sustained physical, emotional, verbal and sexual abuse.
I have been getting very angry during the past year or two. Until now I have always tried to hide my anger, but I realize this just increases my anger and stress, rather than helping it. I would like to get help and support from this community.
I am not a veteran, but want to offer my support to all the men and women serving in Iraq.
I feel that I am alone, primarily because I have a physical disability. People usually see my wheelchair before they see me. I am a good person, who has the same needs as anyone else. I am an intelligent man, and a college graduate, who is caring, kind, and considerate of others. Daily Strength is my only support group. My family is scattered throughout the area, but I rarely get to see them. In the past, I have been at that point where loneliness has almost caused me to end my own life.
I am just trying to figure out why a lot of strange things are happening here.