Personal Narrative: My Communication Disability

Ever since I was young, I knew something was different about me. I’ve always had an active imagination and would write all kinds of stories, sometimes through pictures and sometimes through words. Not until I was in first grade did I notice my writing was different than my friends. It didn’t bother me though because I was too young to realize something was wrong; I was just different. One weekend, after playing restaurant with my mom and brother, my mom contacted my teacher to talk about some concerns she had with my reading and writing. She was told that I seemed to be progressing on an age-appropriate level with my peers and that nothing appeared to be wrong. But my mom persisted, and insisted that I be tested for a reading disability. My dad is dyslexic and my mom, knowing it can be passed down, was watching for the signs in my older brother first and now me. After testing, one of SV’s school psychologists announced that my results showed I had a learning disability. I then went to my pedestrian to talk about it and then to a special learning center in Sewickley for further

I can think of one instance where my girlfriends and I had a major communication failure. A few weeks ago, I got together with two of my girlfriends Jennifer and Robbin for lunch at Red Robin located at the Hamilton Mall. We were having normal girl chat and of course, the main topic was guys and makeup. We realized we were all in need of new makeup and decided after lunch we would meet at Ulta for a much-needed shopping spree and even mentioned how close it was, that it was only right around the corner. Jennifer and I rode together and told Robbin to meet us there. So, we left and within a few minutes parked and waited for Robbing to arrive, ten minutes later still no Robbin. I finally said, “do you think she went to the Hixson Ulta?”

Ever since I could remember I had been labeled the learning-disabled child and asked myself what if I challenged that label. My story begins sometime around the end of my seventh-grade year when my band class had been offered the opportunity to march as an eighth grader in high school marching band. Where that small opportunity would challenge me academically and mentally eventually leading me to be the person I am today. Beginning what I now know was the first step to accomplishing my personal goal getting off an I.E.P. (Individualized Education Program). Soon after receiving the news that I would be marching flute that year I learned that everyone was responsible for learning their own music and drill. At first, I thought this was going to be a

Middle school has proven to be an unpredictable time in the lives of many teens. I found this to be the case for myself as well as many of my classmates. Although, it is also a time of self-discovery and trying to figure out where one fits in. Throughout my first year, I noticed some kids were being excluded. These were kids who had disabilities. People that went to my middle school were neither accepting nor pleasant towards people who differed from them. I decided to make it my mission to befriend the kids with disabilities and try to change the bullies' perspectives. I got involved in a program called peer insights which gave kids in the program a chance to get to know kids that might not be in their everyday classes. The 'mentors' (this

My interests with regard to disability studies are hearing impairment in children, communication disorders, and mental illness. During my childhood, I was diagnosed with epilepsy. The epilepsy drastically impacted my life. My speech was incredibly delayed and I have short term memory loss. I would return each week to my piano lessons not remembering my previous lesson. It was extremely frustrating specifically because my teacher was unaware of my disability. These personal experiences first spiked my interest in the field of disability and their impacts on daily life. In addition, my grandfather is deaf in one ear due to a malignant that was removed during his thirties. Living with him, I saw first hand the difficulties associated with deafness.

Throughout life some haven't stopped advancing and improving themselves. To continue to learn no matter their age since for some it is just a number, a number that can be overseen to learn something that will make an actual difference in their life or others. Communication has always been a necessity but over time has developed in multiple ways due to current level of technology. With this development communication needs to be taught in a controlled manner for the effective use of communication. During this professional and technical communication class over this term has assisted me in the advancement and improvement in my communication. Improvements like giving me an increased ability to communicate effectively with a range of audiences as well as that I can more effectively write in

It was great seeing you last week and I hope the Conference exceeded your expectation.  When we talked, I stated that I would send over the video hearing to the subcommittee.  Also, I want to let you know that Hope and Harmony did an OUTSTANDING job!  Thanks again for a job well done. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Breathe in, breathe out. This is the forty-fifth time but I was still not ready.

I’ve been wanting to change my life,the way I live and the people around me. I’ve been through so many things, but not as tough as losing the opportunity to be able to talk to those who mean so much to you. As I question myself each and everyday that passes, I, like Roger Ebert said that “we must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what are our problems, our health, our circumstances.” (“Roger Ebert: The Essential Man.”). As I think about it I don’t

All throughout my elementary school years, I knew that there was something special about a student named Mat. He was always so friendly and excited to be at school and see all of his classmates. However, when someone would make him upset, he would not be able to contain himself. He would constantly over exaggerate, take things too personal, and blow many things out of proportion. Matt would sing and dance for everyone, even if it was not the necessary time to be doing these actions. I always wondered what made him act so much different than everyone else within my class. He continually looked up at the ceiling or sky when someone would talk to him. Matt considered everyone his best friend and

On February 22, 2015, I lost my ability to walk. Of course, it was only temporary. The night before, I fractured the third, fourth, and fifth metatarsals in my right foot. Granted, this was nearly inevitable as the cause of the incident emerged from sheer imbecility; I was in a five-dollar store with two friends, decided to join them in attempting to ride the penny boards, fell, and fractured my foot. Admittedly, the simple act of fracturing a bone is rather insignificant, especially for an individual who doesn't participate in sports or strenuous activity, but my temporary disability allowed me to reflect on my priorities and improve myself.

Ever since I could remember I had been labeled the learning disabled child and asked myself what if I challenged that label. My story begins sometime around the end of my seventh grade year when my grades band had been offered the opportunity to march as an eighth grader in high school band. The auditions were set one week from that date in which I figured I would try out and see what happens.

I was born with neurosensorial hearing loss, which presents difficulties to me in the academic setting. Because I might not hear everything an instructor or a classmate said during lecture or discussion, I must be proactive in spreading awareness to my colleagues so that they can speak more loudly than usual. Additionally, I might need to work with my instructor after class to make sure that I heard the material correctly. This support network is made possible through my proactiveness and my determination to prevent my disability from controlling my life. Living with an invisible disability taught me how to interact with people who might have a form of an invisible disability; I believe that I am more receptive toward people who might require

A forty-five years old woman with burgundy highlights mixed with brown, black, and white roots and diamond shaped head with Asian eyes, a bulbous nose, and natural pointy lips works in modern-day Pearlridge’s dialysis center as a technician. She pushed her invalid old lady patient in a wheelchair around but started to slip off. Taking responsibility, she caught her patient in time, but, to her dismay, she pulled and strained her rhomboid muscle from her dominant arm, misaligning her bones. Then, it struck her, she asked herself a crucial question, will she recover in time for her flights with her family?

As a young boy at night. I would watch my father take on task from work. He would stay