My name is Adam. I am seven years old.
I live with my family in Norman, Oklahoma.
When you first see me, you may be sad. I cannot walk or talk. I am in a wheelchair. I also breathe with a respirator. I was born with brain damage and it affected my body. I have to have a lot of care.
Sometimes I get sad, but I know I can't help what happened to me. When I was born, my umbilical cord got all twisted and it cut off any oxygen from getting to me, so I ended up having problems.
I have a big sister, Emily, who is eight. She and mommy and daddy take very good care of me. They make sure I am comfortable and have what I need. They feed me though my tummy button (I cannot eat like you can) or squirt give me medicines through this same way, so I don't get sick or have seizures. They are very good with me, and I love them an awful lot!
I am in the second grade. I am in Ms. Hanigan's class. There are six other kids in the class; they are disabled and are in wheelchairs, too, just like me, but Andrea can walk on crutches for short trips.
I breathe with a respirator because sometimes I forget to breathe and the oxygen in my blood goes down, which sets off an alarm to remind me to breathe. It's a pain, but that's part of my disability. I'm grateful that I can at least breathe, even if I do have to have help!
I can't talk, but I can talk with my computer, which is how I am typing to you now (I have a pointer thingie I wear on my head and I hit the keys on my computer to make words).
I just wish people would stop staring or running away when they first see me. That makes me very sad! I am not a monster; I am a human kid who is disabled!! I just want to be like anyone else or treated like anybody else!
Well, I gotta go. It's gonna be lunch time soon. It takes about an hour to feed me. I will write in here again soon; so take care! Bye for now!