First weekend on my own

Hello!

As of last friday I am living on my own, though I didn't sleep at my place that first night... I crashed on someone else's couch but it was fun, we watched a movie and stuff like that.

Yesterday however I did sleep in my new room and I was absolutely terrified. My bunk bed (with out the bottom bed) was shaking like mad and I kept thinking it would fall over and I woke at every sound because I was scared someone might come in (appearantly the room can't be closed from the inside).

Because of this I have decided to buy a lock today so that I can feel save. Luckily my dad made it his business to make sure I was skilled at DIY (Do It Yourself) I can put up shelves locks and put together furniture. I am really glad he made me learn that kind of stuff because it means that I don't have to call my dad or a friend whenever there is something that has to be done.

My mom on the other had never seemed all that pleased with the DIY, not that she thought I should depend on other but because I was turning in to a real tomboy. So then came the ballet classes, the knitting course and the sowing lessons. Making me skilled at fixing my own clothes as well as that squeaky closet door.

One of the other things that I noticed that there was only one of my housemates who was not home last night and came home fairly early, allowing me peace and quiet. I'm so glad about that!

One thing that I noticed this weekend that morals have changed (this is an entirely different subject). I am walking with a crutch because my cane has yet to arrive and I noticed that there were four groups of people:

- Group 1: The people who went out of their way to help me to make sure i was alright and had everything I needed.
- Group 2: The people who were very subtle about making things easier for me without letting me notice, like stepping out of the way before I got even remotely close.
- Group 3: The people who just didn't notice and didn't act on it. Relaxed, no fuss.
-Group 4: One guy so far qualifies for this group, he was in the middle of the aisle at the supermarket, blocking not only me but a few other as well and when I asked him if we could pass he looked at me like I was crazy and said: "Who do you think you are? Just because you're handicapt doesn't mean you rule the world." Luckily there were some group 1 people to back me up and the store clerk was one of them and he politely asked the man to step aside.

When thinking about it, "do the handicapt think they have the right to do things?" I wondered.
My brother in law had said something that came to mind after asking myself that question. We had been at a store and I was holding a shoppingbasket while my brother in law held nothing. People around us started saying stuff about him being rude not to carry my basket and as a joke I asked him why. he told me this: "Just because your disabled doesn't mean you can't fend for yourself, in general people with a disabillity hate it when they are fussed over, it makes them feel like others think they can't do things on their own."

Since I was still joking I hit him with my crutch and shoved the basket in his hands and told him he was diabled as well so he should do things himself but he did have a point.

I asked a friend of mine about this and she has been in a wheelchair for most of her live so she knows even better than me what it's like to be disabled. she said: "Well I don't want everyone to go out of their way to help me, it's annoying, they treat me like a little kid, but on the other hand when they don't offer help I feel that they're rude."

And she was right, I always tell people I don't need help, But I want it to be offered, I want people to care about me and make sure I'm alright.

It's strange but I do think this counts for most people with a disabillity. We don't want to be different but we do want help because we're different.

Strange huh?

Anyway...
School starts tomorrow! I'm very nervous.....