My vision of the world
Objective
To obtain the role of a case manager/counselor with an organization that offers clinical services to people who need support while helping them be better self-advocates. I have experience with data analysis, case management, and performing intake assessments. I am fluent in Arabic and Conversational Spanish. I am Proficient in Microsoft Word, Excel. I have many characteristics that would make me an asset to any company such as my excellent communications skills, creativity, positivity and problem solving. Detail Oriented, Team Player, Public Speaking, Motivated, and PowerPoint, SPSS. I,In addition, I have also completed the required child abuse reporter and sexual harrassment trainings for mental health professionals. Also as an undergraduate, I interviewed 50 participants to collect data for a research paper. I am a meticulous individual with a passion for advocacy for underrepresented groups; whether individually and within a larger organization. Currently, I write a blog advocating for people who don't have a voice in society such as refugees and individuals with disabilities by educating and informing my audience on many important issues such as: education, inequality, gender bias, media,There is a vision of myself that exists in my head. Sometimes it feels like a secret. So often talk of taking up space, not trying to hide my disability, being proud and creative, and those things are true. I believe them, and I don't hide. But occasionally, I am a person who can make herself small in my head. I can slip between narrow aisles in an antique store, crouch on the floor of a record shop, and find some gem covered in dust, tiptoe barefoot between rows of herbs in a garden.
I don't have to get anxious wondering whether I'm taking too much space. Sometimes, in my head, I grieve for the person whose life I don't get to try. For the person who doesn't have the option of making herself small. Sometimes I want so badly to explore the places I can't fit, go unnoticed down a street, that the grief sits on my chest like rocks. Who knows who I might or could have been had I not been born this way. I don't write this to make you lamentable or worse, to elicit pity. I write this because it's my reality with a disability.
I can be proud and grieving. Happy and grieving. Grateful and grieving. Boisterous and grieving. Alive and grieving. Sometimes, even on a beautiful day, an afternoon spent with my favorite person, walking on the beach, yes, even on a day like that, I grieve a little. The good days, though they are wonderful, they are still challenging. Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like not to be disabled. It doesn't make you a "bad" person to wish it was different, to want a life without constant barriers and the need to be resourceful. I love my body, count my many blessings, and love my life. I am not ashamed of my disability or who I am, but sometimes, I want to try things to be a little easier, even if it's only in my head...
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