The Diva, The Disability, and The Unforeseen Drinking Game: A Story of Self-Acceptance
()
About this ebook
Glorianne Rivera-Casanova also known as "Glow," takes you on a journey through her SMA diagnosis to design school. Her book encompasses years of self-reflection and realizations. She paints her story of acceptance through a fictitious, idealistic entity of whom she's named the Walking Diva. Growing up, the Walking Diva was everything Glow though
Related to The Diva, The Disability, and The Unforeseen Drinking Game
Related ebooks
Idiots: Marriage, Motherhood, Milk & Mistakes Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Elmer's Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTill Human Voices Wake Us: Till Human Voices Wake Us, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOut of the Woods Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWoman Incognito: Transsexual Without Transition Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsF*ck! I'm in My Twenties Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5They Call Me Wheels Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5If I Live Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBorn from the Ashes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPhalanx Blood Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Touch of a Strange Young Man Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPrave: The Adventures of the Blind and the Brittle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPeriod: Twelve Voices Tell the Bloody Truth Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Twisted Tail of Infamy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsYou're Not Special: A (Sort-of) Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Kidnapped: Phalanx Blood, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Day I Turned Uncool: Confessions of a Reluctant Grown-up Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Strangers Assume My Girlfriend Is My Nurse Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ann of 1,000 Lives: Author Ann Palmer Relives Her Own Past Lives Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy life in poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGirlish: Growing Up in a Lesbian Home Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Moonpennies Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Living Through the Dark Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBuffering: Unshared Tales of a Life Fully Loaded Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wolfbound Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Thinker's Guide to L.A.LALAND Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShe Laughs: Choosing Faith over Fear Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5When the Balls Drop Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Triple Trans: One Woman's Journey to Freedom Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Personal Growth For You
How to Talk to Anyone: 92 Little Tricks for Big Success in Relationships Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Unfu*k Yourself: Get Out of Your Head and into Your Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Unfuck Your Brain: Using Science to Get Over Anxiety, Depression, Anger, Freak-outs, and Triggers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People Personal Workbook Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Big Book of 30-Day Challenges: 60 Habit-Forming Programs to Live an Infinitely Better Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mating in Captivity: Unlocking Erotic Intelligence Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, HER Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life: Life-Changing Tools for Healthy Relationships Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Self-Care for People with ADHD: 100+ Ways to Recharge, De-Stress, and Prioritize You! Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The 5AM Club: Own Your Morning. Elevate Your Life. Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Never Split the Difference: Negotiating As If Your Life Depended On It Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mind Hacking: How to Change Your Mind for Good in 21 Days Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What Happened to You?: Conversations on Trauma, Resilience, and Healing Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The 5 Second Rule: Transform Your Life, Work, and Confidence with Everyday Courage Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Source: The Secrets of the Universe, the Science of the Brain Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Mastery of Self: A Toltec Guide to Personal Freedom Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Personality Types: Using the Enneagram for Self-Discovery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5No Bad Parts: Healing Trauma and Restoring Wholeness with the Internal Family Systems Model Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Crucial Conversations Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High, Second Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes are High, Third Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Codependence and the Power of Detachment: How to Set Boundaries and Make Your Life Your Own Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for The Diva, The Disability, and The Unforeseen Drinking Game
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
The Diva, The Disability, and The Unforeseen Drinking Game - Glow Rivera-Casanova
CHAPTER 1:
The Beginning
I
remember having a rag doll with roller skates, and I liked it simply because she had wheels and I had wheels! She had polka-dot tights that were orange and white, and a purple skirt with a green top. The wheels were purple, and the skates were gray. These were one of the few distinct memories of my toddler years.
Now that I think about it, there was also that time when I was eating a random strawberry-glazed donut with chocolate sprinkles—you know, like the perfect doughnut—as my thigh was being cut open during a biopsy diagnosis.
Wait, let me pause myself. You're supposed to start a story from the beginning. I'm guessing the beginning of this story would be my childhood, in this lifetime at least. I don't know how many times I'm going to start a sentence in this book with, I'm not gonna lie,
but it might make a good drinking game—and it is, after all, a true story, so bottoms up! I'm not gonna lie: these memories may or may not have been distorted by the fact I was an infant, and my mother may or may not have suppressed some of the traumatic aspects. Nonetheless, I know you basic-ass bitches wanna know the diagnosis story—even though most of the SMA type II babies born before the 2000s have a similar, if not identical, story.
I was diagnosed with spinal muscular atrophy type II when I was, ironically, two years old. My mother thought that I was too good of a baby. I was the third child, and apparently, the other two were animals. This is why, when this chubby, big-eyed angel came into her life all quiet and subdued, she knew that shit wasn't right. The suspicion was quickly followed by the fact that I did not crawl. I would get on all fours, take two steps, and then wobble and tumble sideways. If I owe my life to anyone, it's my mother. I can't let her know that, though, so let's keep it under wraps.
The internet was just starting to be a thing, so resources and information were minimal. My mom made my dad buy her a computer so she could research about me. I imagine the AOL dial-up icon beeping and tweeting and her waiting to find the answers. She did a shit ton of research on her own. I owe her a lot for that. I can imagine how frustrating it must have been for my parents. They knew something was off, but there wasn't enough information out there to give it a name. Doctors kept telling my mom that there was nothing wrong with me, and she was like, You're such a moron.
I mean, the ovaries on this woman. She's made doctors at John Hopkins cry.
When I was two, I was sent to New York to get a biopsy, and the only memory I have of it is taking a shit in my grandfather's arms in the Empire State Building. A muscle biopsy is a surgical procedure used to diagnose my condition. Basically, it's a three-inch incision where a small section of muscle from the upper thigh is removed. I now have a cute scar on my right thigh that I take pride in.
This was followed by months of arguing with doctors since they didn't want to give me the equipment that I clearly needed. After surpassing their rejections, we moved on to the medical insurance companies, because, apparently, life was already too easy. Since it wasn't in the books, neither party wanted to give me the equipment.
My parents were trailblazers. I received my first motorized wheelchair when I was two, quickly after the diagnosis. They didn't want to give it to me for exactly that reason: because I was two. The doctors had me wear a body brace for scoliosis, saying it wouldn't fix it, so why give it to me? In reality it wasn't about fixing me; it was about preventing the worst. (By the way, these are now all elements of the SMA starter kit.)
I don't blame my parents for deleting half of my childhood; I can assume it was very traumatic. All of these delays of resources and information led me to be hospitalized every other week until I was six. I've spent birthdays in hospitals. I've spent Christmases in hospitals. I've spent hurricanes in—yes, you guessed it—hospitals. I knew the nurses by name. I remember leaving the hospital and them yelling, Goodbye! I love you! I hope I never see you again!
This is why my parents took every free moment they had and tried to live it to the fullest. Because, for all they knew, tomorrow could've meant a hellish drive to the hospital. There's one particular story that my mom and dad love to tell me. As the story goes, when I was around four, we were taking a family trip to the Rose Festival, which was in God knows what town in Puerto Rico, and was God knows how far away. In some versions of the story, we got lost. It was the day before the Fourth of July, and we were all having heatstroke; my dad likes to point out how very big and rosy my cheeks were at the time (he says that I no longer have cheeks). And as we were driving past the airport, my parents had the most spontaneous, Super Bowl–winning idea that they've ever had: We're going to Disney World!
So there we were—with a very low stock of diapers and no medical equipment, just a stroller, two bottles, and three pacifiers. I was in a baby-pink motorized chair at the time. Based on the fact that this story has been told by word of mouth, I don't know all the details, but I'm sure the chaotic journey through the airport must have been filmworthy. Cut to Florida: the whole Rivera family