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The Forced Out Journey
My journey continues each day, but this is how I got started.
Growing up I primarily was from a single parent home, 2 older siblings, both amazing people. A mother that worked extremely hard to provide, we rearly wanted for nothing. My Mother taught us each a lot... that’s for another time tho.
I was raised as a Midwesterner, birth north east coast spent minimal formative years there so I consider myself a Midwesterner. Small down in a big city, small schools and primarily like and equal gender and race.
School I struggled, not because of intellect, but because of a disability that was assmuend for my identity. I am an individual with ocular albinism, and due to this I have a visual impairment.
My family never treated me as if I had a disability, no sympathy from my siblings, no less harassment from my peers and generally not treated different from my parents
As I went through school and tried to form an idea as to what I wanted to do what I wanted to be when I grew up it was this constructed concept that schools created you can be anything you can do anything however right out of the gate the schools told me that I couldn’t, but my mom said WAIT she can.
So now fast forward, to now. I have gone to college, obtained my masters degree in Regabilitation Counseling , working for a Prestigious hospital , a wife, a mom, a philanthropist and a biusness women.
This blog, is about the people and their transformations I witness each day, my grattitude to their change and my love for who these people they are, and what they each me each day about love, compassion, and empathy.