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Why It's Good to Break Rules Frequently

For the parents/teachers who are reading this you might be silently groaning in your head and thinking "Sandy! What. Are. You. Doing. Now?!" And for the young people reading this -- don't get too excited because this is not a green light to go on a wild lawless escapade!

Every human being is limited by what his or her body will allow us to do. We have yet to spread our wings and fly, we cannot breathe through gills, and have no internal water-storage system to last us months in a desert. But despite the limitations bound within our flesh and organs, we have clearly found ways to adapt through years of technology and science. This adaption is what I mean when I encourage "rule breaking." It might not be a written rule set in stone that states: "No human being may traverse the galaxies" but for quite sometime this was the assumed boundary we set on ourselves. Then there were many uber geniuses who crunched numbers and built gadgets, and that boundary was soon smashed to smithereens!

So what about for people with more physical limitations than the 'average' human being? Within the population of those with O.I. we have clearly seen the benefits of science and technology, and how for many young children the 'old rules' of O.I. have long since broken. There are kids who will be taller than 3ft, kids who were once never expected to walk are now running, there are children playing baseball and hundreds of other sports! As I had written in a previous entry, the benefits of discovery have been tremendous and as an 'older generation' O.I. I am of course jealous.
(Just because we have a disability doesn't mean we should accept a life of complacency, abiding my social assumptions, or even the expectations we have of our own bodies. If you ask me those are all the ingredients to a very, very, very dull life).
But it's important for us to keep in mind that what led to that first discovery was someone who dared to break the rules. Someone somewhere thought: it should be possible for someone with O.I. to have near-average height. It should be possible for a child with O.I. to run without use of a walker or crutches. It should be possible for someone with O.I. to participate in sports, and to have more durable bones. Someone came up with the idea to break those initial assumptions. Someone asked themselves and their colleagues "Well what if we did this..."

One afternoon in the seventh grade I asked myself that very question while sitting after school in detention. Who knows what I had done this time around, but there I was sitting silently in the classroom... pretending to reflect "very seriously about your behavior." As you might believe sitting silently - and very still - should be something that comes easily for someone with brittle bones, but as life would have it that's one of the most difficult things for me to do! OF COURSE I had no intention of sitting in that classroom for 30 min, never mind "very still and silently." I wanted out and I began thinking of ways for me to get out of detention.
From the corner of my eye I saw my friend A begin to slowly slide down in his seat to the point where he was basically sitting on the floor. The teacher was busy working with another student, some nerdy and diligent 7th grader who came after school for more help understanding molecules. Suffice to say the teacher was not paying attention to the delinquents he was supposed to watching in detention. Within a minute A had crawled to the side of my wheelchair and whispered "ask to go to the bathroom..." Immediately the plan began to take shape, I understood what was going on!
I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom, the teacher waved me off so that he could get back to explaining the process of photosynthesis to that diligent 7th grader. I rolled out of the classroom and my friend A crawled next to me, my wheelchair hiding him as we went past the front of the class. Once we were out of the class we fled to the sixth grade wing and went to go visit our teachers from last year... we were free to have a grand ol' time that afternoon, and no one ever was the wiser to our antics.

Okay, so maybe that's not exactly the greatest - most moral - example of 'forward thinking rule breaking' I could have offered from my life. But hey, it was a fun story am I right?

Don't be afraid to break rules because sometimes it's the only way we will ever get anything done. Out of conflict comes not just resolutions but progress.

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Top 4 Things I'd Rid the World Of:

Sometimes I wish I could just make all of the barriers in our lives vanish. Maybe just for a day, just to see what it would be like. Oddly enough - if I were ever actually given that opportunity, I think I would hesitate to act on it. It's a scary thought if you really think about it. What would life be like if we didn't have to try? If there was nothing standing in our way to achieving what we want, what would we do?

Anyway, if I had a choice of getting rid of four obstacles in the world here is what they would be:

1. War. I wish that lives wouldn't have to be lost or put in danger because we want to protect, defend, prove, or acquire something. Note that I'm not saying I'd like to get rid of conflict, because in many ways I think conflict makes the world go round. But the fact remains, I wish people didn't have to die over conflicts that - most of the time - I believe could have been prevented.

2. Prejudice. If we could all act a little more honestly, and without assumptions of one another - I am certain we could also get rid of other restraints. For instance, without prejudice people would fear one another less. Without prejudice there would be far less hate and needless cruelty. But most of all, without prejudice, everyone could have a more equal chance at success the second they are born.

3. Slavery. I'm not about to go on a rant about the multitude of ways and the frequency in which slavery still happens. A simple google search will give you all of the numbers and more information than you could ever want to know about this. I do wish that I could make the idea of one human being owning another evaporate with a snap of my fingers. It's the sad truth that for many of those who are enslaved today - their first step to freedom is realizing they are slaves to begin with. No human being should ever have to realize that.

4. Despair. If I could squash that feeling of hopelessness for everyone, I'd do it in a blink. No questions asked. I don't care about the situation, the outcome, the consequences, the reasons -- I just want everyone to know what hope feels like and to believe in it. For me, that's all it comes down to.

Your turn: Tell me the 4 things you would get rid of in the comments!

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How Did My Parents Do This?

At the time of high school - in my mind - my parents knew nothing about me, understood nothing about me, looked nothing like me, and when I used to scream at them "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME!" I saw the hurt that I inflicted in the way they looked back at me silently. And while it felt good to physically scream and get it out of my system - the release was never something I was proud of or would brag to friends about. Unfortunately, genetics would never be someone we could slam against a brick wall and force the answers from.
There were many times when I was confused and at a loss for ways to connect with my parents. Mentally I knew that my differences from everyone else in the family weren't anyone's fault. I'd paid attention enough in Biology to know what a genetic mutation is, had passed the test about Punnet Squares; and yet somehow there still seemed to be this huge chasm that no one was making any effort to close. There were many nights in high school where I would think, aren't parents supposed to be making things easier for their children? Why is everything so difficult? Why does it need to be such a struggle just to get on to the other side, never mind have everyone see eye-to-eye? 

It wasn't until I was half-way through college that the chasm began to close. It took me months away from home, a semester out of the state, a handful of fractures I never told them about, and many other things they probably didn't even know existed before I began to understand. (It might be awhile longer before I can verbalize that understanding though..) Now, instead of asking questions like "Why won't my parents let me get a permit when all my other friends are getting a permit?" These are the questions I have now:


  1. Where did you find the patience to deal with all of the medical care?
  2. How did you know to keep pushing me to be the best?  
  3. What did you do when you were afraid?  
  4. Why didn't you stop when everyone said "she can't?" 
  5. What went through your mind when you found out there is no answer?
  6. Would you change anything that you did? 
  7. What are your hopes for me and my brothers?
  8. Where did all of your resilience come from? 
  9. What did you think about in the post-op family waiting room?
  10. Was it exciting or terrifying when you first held me?
  11. What are the things you are afraid of for me? 
  12. Do you think you've done all that you could have for me as parents? 
I can't answer any of those questions. Well, except for that last one. The answer to that last question is an unwavering and resounding "yes, you've done everything and more." 




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Swingin' High on a Risk

"I want to go on that ride!" I pointed at a large pirate ship that was swinging in mid-air.

"Ummm I don't think I'm going to go on that.. it looks scary." Said one of my friends in the group behind me. 
"What are you talking about? It's just like a big swing!" I protested. 

The pirate ship was filled with rows of sitting people, and every time the boat slung downwards from its near vertical tilt a row of hands shot up into the air, gleefully grasping at something I wanted to experience for myself.  It was towards the end of our day at the amusement park and I had exhausted every version of the merry-go-round, the tilt-a-whirl, the race cars, and even the 'small-splash' water rides. When everyone else had gone on roller coasters I wasn't tall enough for, or rides that involved a lot of stop-jerk movements I sat waiting for them at the exit - holding on to sunglasses, hats, and water bottles. 

So when my eyes landed on the pirate ship, a big boat thing that seemed to only swing back and forth without any other gravity defying twirls, I pushed and pleaded for someone to go on it with me. 

"Sandy I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm not going to... there's nothing dangerous about it!"
"But what if you do?"
"I WON'T!" After a great deal of back and forth with my buddies I finally won,
"Alright. Okay. Fine, I'll carry you onto it, I'll go on it with you." I grinned at my friend's response and parked my wheelchair near the entrance of the ride. That was when I saw it. The idiotic wooden giraffe stake with a speech bubble above its head: "Must be 42" to ride!" At that point in time I was and forever will be only 36". 
I wasn't in middle school, this wasn't a high school field trip, I wasn't even a college student trying to prove my swagger. I was an adult, had a college degree, was fully aware of why our society has rules & regulations, I understood the need for safety precautions and so when the following words came out of my mouth - I think I shocked myself:

"Yo whatever, let's go on this thing anyway. I'm going on it with you, I'll be safe. This is going to be fine, it's going to be awesome in fact!" 
"Alright, are you sure?" 
"Dude you know how I am! Rules were meant to be broken!" 

My friend carried me onto the boat and I slid over and onto the bench to make room for her. We had decided to sit somewhere closer to the middle section of the boat. The teenager-looking person controlling the entire ensemble came over and flipped the lap bar down for us. He made sure it was locked in place and without a second glance at me went on to do the same for the folks sitting in front of us. 
The lap bar didn't go anywhere near my lap, in fact it was more like a chest or neck bar. I gripped the metal bar in front of me and grinned up at my friend, my legs swinging with excited anticipation for what was to come. Before I knew it the machine began and the boat began a slow backwards rise towards its rear. Immediately I slid a few inches towards the edge of my seat, the metal bar holding me back from completely sliding off --

"Oh geezus, this is going to be nuts.." I giggled to my friend. Soon the boat had fallen into an easy metronome pace, rocking back and forth and I had gotten my bearings between the 4-5 inches that I slid around in my seat

"Oh crap!" I screamed suddenly. Without warning the boat had plunged down from its highest tilt and my stomach was somewhere where my kidneys were, I couldn't feel the lower half of my body, and my entire body seemed to hover a few centimeters higher off the seat with each lurch. 
"Oh my god Sandy are you okay? Should I tell the guy to stop? Should we get off?" My friend said to me as she put one arm around my shoulders to hold me closer to her.
Instead of being a sane and responsible adult, I just looked up at her and laughed,
"I'm fine! This is hilariously fun!" 
For the remainder of the ride my fingers gripped on the bar for dear life, and I felt like I was fighting gravity just to stay seated in one place. I was certain that either my fingers or wrists would just snap off; blood drained from my arms and hands as they grew whiter and colder from my scrawny iron-tight grasp. All the others around me, those who actually were at least 42" tall were sitting there like it was just another summer boat ride along a picturesque lake.

I know. I could have just been flung off the boat and landed on the pavement below to my death. I could have easily slipped off my seat completely and fallen to the bottom of the boat, legs broken helter-skelter. I could have rammed into the metal bar in front of me and broken ribs, or suffered from internal bleeding. I could have slid to the other side of the boat and just gone over the edge completely, and fallen from however high we were off the ground. I could have broken my tail bone each time my body came crashing down onto the seat again. I could have done so many things, but here is what happened: 
Do I regret it? Of course not. Did I have fun? Hell yes. Should I have done it? Probably not. Am I alive? Obviously. And what did we learn? Life swings on & whether you'll be joining me or not, I'm already on to the next risk! So c'mon people!! Keep up eh?


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High School: I Didn't Mean To.

WHS was the kind of school where no kid would ever get lost in the shuffle. The school was tiny and the population of students inside even tinier. It was safe, cozy, New England style 'quaint,' the janitors recognized every face, and the librarian knew which forgetful teenager had yet to return which book. In a large binder in the Attendance Office, anyone could easily look up any student's schedule and find out where s/he was supposed to be. Only juniors and seniors were allowed off campus during their 90min 'free blocks' and even then you had to have signed parental permission. It wasn't just a school where everyone knew who everyone was, you could technically also know where everyone was.


Except for this one time when I was not to be found upstairs chatting up the librarian: 


It was my birthday and I was a senior. My friend K and I happened to share a free block and in honor of my birthday she offered to buy me ice cream from the cafeteria vending machine. In the time it took for me to choose between an Orange Creamsicle or a Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Sandwich she decided 
"these ice cream options suck, I can go pick up some ice cream for you in Waltham! It's your birthday, you should have real ice cream." 
"But won't it be all melted by the time you get back?" I asked her. We looked at each other and we knew what was going to happen. We knew what had to happen. 

Yes, I knew I had brittle bones. I knew that my parents would murder me if they knew I was going to ride in a teenage driver's car. And I knew I could get into a lot of trouble if we were caught, and I'm sure some part of me knew that it would be easy for me to get caught -- I mean, how long would it take for this tiny school to realize the only kid in the wheelchair had vanished? But things like liability, getting injured, car accidents, liability, liability, and liability simply did not exist in this Mission for Birthday Ice Cream. 
And besides, I wanted to. In my mind Waltham was only a 10 min drive away and we would be back in a jiffy, I could climb back into my wheelchair and nothing would happen! 

So K and I found our friend A who we tasked with the job of watching my electric wheelchair (it was unfoldable and so could not fit into her car). She pulled her little two seater to the front of the school, I slid into the passenger side, our friend A drove my wheelchair into some bushes by the front of the school and off we went. As we pulled out of the school driveway I couldn't believe that we had actually managed to pull it off! At that point I hadn't been in many of my friends' rides yet so I was still marveling at the fact that I could only see the upper half of trees and telephone poles. K looked over at me and we just grinned at each other.

"This is so awesome! I hope we don't get caught. We could get into some serious shit" I said. 
"Whatever, I'm sure you won't get in trouble anyway. It's you, Sandy. They can't yell at you! I'm sure the principal has a lot more idiots to deal with than us getting you birthday ice cream." 
Minutes later she pulled into parking spot and asked me what flavor I wanted, in my sudden paranoia for getting caught I replied "just vanilla is fine" -- suddenly I wanted to get back to the school as quickly as possible. K came out with a brown paper bag and a large scoop of vanilla fro yo inside, neither of us spoke as I gobbled it down - both because it was good and because I was nervous. 
Would we get caught? What would happen? Wait -- I didn't actually think about how I would be able to climb out of the car and into my  wheelchair. Was K right? They couldn't actually yell at me right? I was a good kid! 

On the way back K's cell rang and when she hung up she looked at me,
"Sooo.. that was A, and he said that the nurse found him standing next to your empty wheelchair. And he told her where we went. Apparently she wants us both in her office like ASAP." I went silent and groaned to myself, actually I wasn't concerned with getting in trouble with the school so much as how would I explain this to my parents? They would NEVER understand that I just wanted to go out for ice cream. This wouldn't be a problem if they had just signed that stupid permission slip, everyone else's parents had signed it!! 
When we got back to the high school I somehow managed to climb back into my wheelchair, we disposed of the ice cream and went into the nurse's office.

"YOU TWO ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" She hissed at us. K and I just looked at each other and shrugged. 
"K has senior privileges, but Sandy your parents never signed the permission slip. There could be a lot of liability issues if something had gone wrong!" 
"I didn't mean to" was all I could blurt out. 
"But it's her birthday! We just went out for some ice cream..." K added for me.
"Oh, well... if it's your birthday. I can't get mad at you for that I guess. But you MUST promise me to NEVER do this again! I'm serious! The next time this happens I'm going to give you both Saturday school, and you'll have to come in Saturday morning and sit in the cafeteria for 4 hours." 

After some more threatening and some more "don't ever do again's" we left the nurse's office and went about the rest of the school day. At the end of the day when I went to go put my hearing-aids and walkie-talkie back, the school nurse pulled me aside and said: 
"You know, I'm actually proud of you for breaking the rules. You don't do that enough. It's good that you learned how to do something on your own, and learned how to have fun in the process. After you two left I actually laughed at what you guys had done, I know you don't understand this now but this is healthy behavior for you."  

You won't ever mean to... but:
  • Of course no kid ever INTENDS to get hurt in the process of doing something fun, but it's important to realize that because we have O.I. the possibility is always...never too far
  • As we get older, our natural instinct is to gain more independence, and just as naturally our parents and other adults will rush to maintain our safety. Though this will be annoying we should try to remember that their intentions are good at heart
  • And when it gets to the point of seeming to be 'unfairly' annoying -- parents/adults should realize that OI'ers who are teenagers will be teenagers first and an OI'er second. The mentality is no different than any other teenager without OI! With that said, buttons are meant to be pushed and rules meant to be broken
  • In my life experience I have found that for every one adult who has made every effort to add more to my limitations and clamp down on my freedom/independence - I have been able to find two more adults and friends who will help me shatter those restraints
  • Even though nothing happened in this incident, and even though the school nurse didn't 'tell on me' and report me to the principal, I was smart enough to realize that I probably shouldn't tempt fate and try the stunt again. This only meant that I now knew it was possible for me to get in and out of my friends' cars without help and that it was another normal thing that I was capable of doing on my own 

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