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Friday, August 17, 2018

My Journey Coming To The University of Houston

      From the time I was born to being a freshman at my hometown’s university, Houston has been where I felt the safest to call home. Growing up in one of Houston's suburbs, The Woodlands was one of the stepping stones that raised me up to be an independent woman as I am today. My view on Houston throughout my childhood to adulthood had influenced my decision on studying at the University of Houston by welcoming me into its loving arms.

      During birth at Texas Children’s Hospital in downtown Houston, I lost oxygen putting me in the hospital for the first 22 days of my life. As a toddler, my parents started to notice that I was not doing anything that a normal toddler would do such as rolling over or holding my head up by myself. After my third birthday, I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. With knowing that I would need support on the next rocky road that was coming, Houston provided me with a warm blanket of tools such as therapies, equipment, and medical support.

      As a child with a disability, I needed a lot of medical care. Texas Children’s is one of the best hospitals that specializes in kids with Cerebral Palsy. With a whole team of experts, the hospital area became my second home. While driving around in downtown Houston, I would look up at the tall buildings that made up the medical center. The people walking in downtown to and from work intrigued me by representing the city life. With my legs swinging, I would tell my mom through sign language that “I want to live here when I am all grown up”. Even though she was worried inside knowing that I would have many obstacles that would come with that dream, she put a happy face on and always encouraged me by saying “you can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it.”

      Putting me in my car seat for the very first time, my parents finally took me to my new home in the suburbs of Houston in the bubble of the Woodlands. With the Woodlands acting like another mother’s womb, I felt very safe and protected. On my third birthday, my parents put me on the bus to school. Though I was nonverbal, my teacher saw a spark in my eye of intelligence. It was her mission to figure out how I could express myself. Within a year, I got my first communications device. At that point, the hope of being successful in school as well as going beyond high school graduation was becoming a reality. With the open door of expression, I could be in mainstreamed classes all the way from kindergarten to high school graduation.

      Getting my first motorized wheelchair in Kindergarten in the suburbs, I was able to get a sense of freedom that I didn’t have before. On the playground, I was able to participate in playing tag or etc. with my peers. I was finally making friends gaining self-confidence with speaking out which was a major skill that led me to stand out in a big university.

      I was involved in a lot of clubs and organizations that boosted my self-esteem. In high school, I figured out that I was bisexual. One day, I was scrambling through the clubs at my High School and ran across the Gay and Straight Alliance. Although I was not gay or straight, I went anyway to check it out. I was worried about how my peers would react to a girl in a wheelchair who is bisexual. To my surprise, they were nothing but accepting. I started to embrace my sexuality. From always being an outsider, I was finally forming new relationships and being involved socially with my peers. Within a year, I was the president of the club expanding my leadership skills.
From an early age, I always knew I wanted to move out and go to a college in a big city like Houston. In the back of everybody’s mind, they were very hesitant knowing that I will need a lot of support. However, that didn’t stop me. I just turned around and said, “watch me”.

      The fight to get into college started as a freshman. I was being consistently told to get good grades. I treated my education as a luxury job. Giving my all to making sure that I was exceeding classes, I gave it an extra effort by going to tutoring and studying for 4 or more hours each day. My teachers at The Woodlands High School took me under their wings. They were motivated to give me extra attention by me having the urge to want to learn.

      Looking into colleges, I had a few things in mind that my future home of education needed to have. I needed to be close to my parents’ house in the Woodlands in case of an emergency. However, I still wanted to live in a handicapped accessible dorm on campus. The University of Houston drew my attention by having its own Students with Disabilities Center. By knowing that I would get my needs taken care of, I felt more confident in choosing that school as my next home.

      As I continued working towards college, it was time for me to take the SATs. After taking my first attempt, I decided that I needed more help. In the Woodlands, I took advantage of the tutoring system. After 3 months of getting together with my tutor once a week, I took the SATs again for the second time. Even though I did better than the first attempt, my scores did not meet the requirements for the University of Houston.
Although my SATs scores were just under the requirements, I applied to the university with the hope for the best. I gathered reference letters from my support team from the Woodlands including teachers, employers, and my horseback riding instructor. I even scored a letter of reference from the superintendent of my school district.

      After a drawn-out battle, I was finally accepted to the University of Houston. Getting all new furniture for my new dorm, I began getting ready to move out. I managed to hire 5 home attendants that would rotate around the clock forming 24/7 assistance. They would go with me everywhere including from class to class helping me be successful.
I am currently majoring in Digital Media and minoring in Communications. I was given a handicapped dorm perfect for me to wheel around freely in my own space. I was also able to get all of my accommodations in place to have me be successful during my time at the University of Houston such as extra time on exams, all of the notes from the instructors, electronic copies of the textbooks, and more.

      Studying hard and getting involved in more organizations on campus, I want my time at the University of Houston to count for one of the best times of my life. My goal is to graduate and become an inspirational speaker by traveling around the world sharing my experience. While I spread my wings and go change the world one step at a time, I will always circle back to Houston where I call home.

Sunday, May 13, 2018


Being depended on other people for your daily needs, having a disability can make you feel like a burden. With the help of DoorDash, you can put ready to eat hot food on the table for your family and friends. 

DoorDash is an online food delivering service that brings your favorite local restaurants right to your front door. Whether you are in the mood for Mexican or Chinese food, there are an unlimited amount of choices.

This website or app allows you to take one step even further towards being totally independent by letting you pay using your credit card. You also can directly give the tips all through DoorDash. This lets you treat your loved ones more easily.

With DoorDash being even more easier to get your favorites, you can reorder your meals with a single click. Feeling like you can finally contribute to your family and friends, you can independently put delicious food on the table.


Strapped into a chair or stuck on the couch while somebody is waiting at the front door is a nightmare while having a disability. With Ring, you never will have to get somebody else to answer your front door again. 

Ring is a doorbell that connects to the app. The doorbell will connect through your home WiFi to directly notify your phone, tablets, and computers when somebody rings your doorbell. 

Once your doorbell has been rung, you can view a live stream video of who is at your front door. It also gives you the option of using your microphone on your devices to talk with your visitors. 

The cool gadget keeps an eye out for your packages as well. There is motion detection letting you know that somebody came even if the doorbell did not ring. 

Having Ring, you feel more in control of your home. Even with a disability, you are ABLE to answer your front door.  

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Technology's Open Door To Success

Imagine yourself strapped to a chair with your mouth taped shut. You know what you are thinking, but you can not communicate with the world around you. I had many devices over the years that popped my bubble of silence.

In Pre-K, the hunt of finding me a voice started. We looked left to right for a communication device. The school system finally got me a device that opened my world, the DynaVox. I was using two head switches method to access it. One switch would scan the rows or columns, while the other was the selection. In spite of the fact that I was using a very basic page with only a couple of buttons, I could finally tell the world what I was thinking.

Although the two head switches finally gave me a voice of my very own, it was very labor intensive. When the technology caught up with itself, the eyegaze for the DynaVox was invented right at the end of my elementary years. There was a camera at the bottom that picked up my retina in my eye. When I looked at a button and blinked, it clicked just like a computer mouse.  By decreasing the time that it took me to form sentences, the eyegaze made my language skills blossom. Since DynaVox was a regular window base computer, a whole new world opened up for me. I could then text, email, surf the web, art, do my school assignments, and more.

When the company for DynaVox changed their eye-gaze product, it was so much harder for me to use. While exploring different options when I was in Jr. High. we found the Tobii. These devices were similar in how they operated with some exceptions. I had to learn another language system. The Tobii also came with loud speakers to let me jam out to my music. Another improvement was having a front and rear camera allowing me to have one more thing that I could do independently.

When I used up all of the capacity of the Tobii, I research what my next step in the technology world was. I based my search on finding an eyegaze that was able to connect to a regular tablet or laptop. I finally ran across Tobii's eye mobile during my senior year. The new eyegaze device could connect to a Microsoft surface with a single USB. This allowed me to have a faster processor with apps while using my existing language software.

With this door wide-opened, now I look to the future. I know research is underway that takes assistive technology to the next level. I welcome all new advances to personal empowerment.

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Instacart Review

Being in a wheelchair and nonverbal while trying to become an independent adult is very challenging. The simple things such as grocery shopping are almost impossible. Instacart has been a key part of my independence.Instacart App
Instacart is a web-based service that has contracts with many large grocery store chains. With a click of a button, you can order your groceries, and they get delivered to your house in less than 2 hours. Never again do I need to ask someone to take me to the grocery store or go for me. Also, getting around a crowded grocery store is extremely difficult in a wheelchair.
It does take time when you begin using Instacart to find the exact product you’re looking for. But, Instacart remembers your items so you can go back to things you order all the time. On the down side, there is a delivery fee and tip. However, all can be paid by credit card before they arrive, so I don’t have to ask anyone to give them cash.
With the goal of moving out of my parents’ house in a year, Instacart has given me a sense of self-esteem that I can do this. With the use of technology, I feel empowered and independent.

This blog first appeared on BridgingApps 

Friday, August 19, 2016

Teen with Cerebral Palsy Finds Acceptance in LGBTQ+ Community

(WOMENSENEWS)—Being born with any kind of disability can outcast you. Already, you are sitting in a corner feeling like there is nowhere you belong. As a bisexual girl with a disability, I’m beyond trying to fit in.
When I was born, I lost oxygen, which led me to have cerebral palsy. I am nonverbal and use eye-tracking technology to communicate. Basically, I use my eyes to indicate words and letters on a computer screen and then the computer "speaks" my words out loud. Despite this, my childhood was pretty normal. When I was in middle school, some girls made a guy ask me out as a joke. After a while of us "going out," he started to have feelings for me. Everybody teased him for liking a wheelchair girl. That was the end of our relationship. I felt rejected because I thought I was not attractive enough to overthrow the force of peer pressure.
When I was 12, things started to change. My girlfriends came over and we would have fashion shows and gossip, but something was off. During a movie, I would have my parents or caretaker assist me to go on the couch to snuggle with the girls under a blanket. Having their arms around me, I felt a sense of warmth that I didn’t understand yet.
Between the ages of 13 and 14, I had a best friend. We did everything together. We were inseparable. One night, we went out for dinner at our regular spot. While waiting for the check, she sat next to me and put my arm around her as she leaned onto my chest to rest. After dropping her off at her house, I asked my other friend why I wanted to kiss her. The response was, "There are not any boys that are interested right now, so maybe that's why." In the moment that sounded like a logical explanation and I went on with my life.

Longtime Denial

A year later, I realized I had feelings for another girl. I was in denial for a long time. The question was buzzing around my mind: Am I gay? I was confused because I was still checking out the football players. One afternoon my mom found me in my room crying. After an hour of my mom trying to get me to tell her why I was upset, I still wasn’t giving in. She just hugged me and said “Well, I always will love you even if you are in love with a 50-year-old, gay or killed somebody.”  We laughed, but still I was not ready to tell her.
Eventually, I got the courage to tell my mom about my feelings for the girl. I typed my story out, and called my mom into my room to talk. I was in tears when the computer spoke my message. Although I did not know what label I was, I told her all about my crushes, including boys and girls. I didn't stop crying for at least an hour while my mom just held me in her arms.
Doing research on the web, I found myself drawn to the word "bisexual." I slowly came out to my close friends and family. I was in shock about how accepting they were. I even told the girl that I was in love with her. As I came out to more and more people, I felt complete. However, a few people still tilt their heads at a girl in a wheelchair not only being sexual, but being bisexual too. One question I keep getting is, "How can I have sex with a guy much less than a girl?” My response always is "Well, that's just common sense. I have to be on the bottom which is so much fun."

Gay and Straight Alliance

The beginning of my junior year of high school, I was scrambling through the list of school clubs. I spotted the Gay and Straight Alliance. Although I was not straight or gay, I went to check it out anyway.
I was nervous because I didn't know how my peers would react to someone in a wheelchair who is bisexual. To my surprise, they were nothing but accepting. For instance, it was the night of homecoming. The entire club decided to come to my house to get ready. As I was going into my van, my wheelchair broke. My mom told my friends to go ahead. My parents managed to push me inside. As I felt tears running down my face, the doorbell rang. It was all the club members standing on the front porch with a girl holding a pizza box. I never felt more accepted in my life. My dad got out his tool box and got to work. By the time we were done eating, my chair was fixed. I gave him a big hug and ran out of the door with my friends. As the year went on, the more confident I became. I started to form more relationships. Within a year, I was the president of the club.
As an advocate for LGBTQ+ with disabilities, my plan is to become a public speaker or journalist to be a voice for this group. Still beyond trying to fit in, I’m going to use my status as an outsider to celebrate all bisexual girls in wheelchairs.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

The Challenges of Becoming an Adult

     Between the ages of 13 to 18, you grow up way too quickly, learning what it takes to become an adult. Trying to graduate from high school, getting your first job, having your first love, having your first heartbreak, and figuring out that love is physical as well as mental are all a part of this weird phase. Being a teen is hard for anybody, especially when you are physically challenged.

     I admit that I have always been a workaholic. To me, putting my all to my education is the key to success. I really want to go off to college, and become an independent woman who nobody can stop. My goal at the beginning of the year was to get all A's. After studying hard for the majority of everyday of this year, I reached my goal with the help of some amazing teachers and aides.

     Getting your first job is nerve-racking and very ambitious. For me being physically challenged, I was apprehensive of searching for a job because I was fearful that the employers would think I am not capable of holding  a job due to my disability. Nevertheless, I was determined to get a summer job. I called a few people before I was successful in getting a job where I would be in charge of writing blogs and newsletters for an organization. This will hopefully be a great opportunity for getting work experience before I graduate.

     For any teen, love and sex are totally new and confusing. I am not going to lie. When I had actual real feelings for someone for the first time, I literally freaked out. Trying to figure out what to do with these feelings and figuring out I can express them physically might be the hardest part of me growing up. This is because nobody can teach you how to handle your heart bursting out of your chest. Also, the most difficult thing is knowing fantasy from reality. Your heart might want someone so bad, but your brain knows the reality. When you put them together, it may cause a war inside of you. However, in the end, they will work as a team to find your destiny.

     From trying to graduate and getting a job to figuring out what love is, life of a teen and becoming an adult is hard for everybody. When you put a disability in the mix, it adds a lot more stress to normal life. Yet, I want to live my life to the fullest, and find my destiny.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Finding Myself

Whispers being forced into my ears.
Words rushing to my brain.
The power of pressure taking over my heart.
The confusion squeezing my soul.
Sitting on the top of the fence.
Deciding which way to go.
There’s a big group telling me to come over.
But my heart is over on the other side.
The cheerfulness and the happiness grabbing my attention.
As I bring my legs around over the fence.
My heart is screaming my name.
Mom standing there waiting for me to choose.
Faster faster faster.
As I jump to one side.
My shirt got stuck.

Now all over again 

Sunday, December 29, 2013

A Long Road To Love

What is love? Is it even real? Or does it only exist in movies and books? Some say when you meet the one, you will know. For me, the hunt started in kindergarten. Yes, I was always boy crazy. I am not going to lie about that because it is so true. All through elementary school to now I had a lot of crushes.

In elementary school, I had a lot of little boyfriends. One day, it was a field day at my school. All the parents were helping out with the games. I decided to ask my dad to come out to help, but I made the mistake of asking my dad not embarrass me because my boyfriend was there. When I came out on the field, there was my dad with a big fuzzy wig calling "Megan, I am over here ". I just turned around and drove the other way. However, my dad found my boyfriend and took a picture of him and my dad. Really? So long to that boyfriend!

Some guys are clueless. They think I can't handle a real relationship with them. Most guys see my disorder first and not my true person that I am. Or, they are too scared of what their friends would say if they knew he was seeing a disabled girl. Also, if it is not that, most guys only can think of me as a friend. However, I am trying to change their minds by being social and dressing up nice, but it is just not working.

I had a lot of disappointments and broken hearts, but I can't stop. I know there's a guy that is for me out there. I might not meet him in ten or fifteen years. But, I will find him and he will love me for who I am.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Help Me Give Back

 When I was small, I did a whole lot of therapy to help my body get stronger. My mother, worried and stressed, ask my therapist if there's anything else that we could do. She mentioned hippotherapy. My mother didn't understand, because if I couldn't sit up in a chair how could I ride a horse?

We went out anyway to try riding. In my mother's mind, SIRE would be hard therapy to make me stronger. When we got there, people started to help me get on the horse. I was just laying on the horse when we started walking into the arena. My mother was thinking what on earth did she do to me. However, when I turned around, I was smiling from ear to ear! Then, she realized that who cares if I was getting therapy because I finally am having fun.

After week after week I started to get stronger and stronger. I was sitting up right finally! My mother was so proud of me.

SIRE has really changed my life. It gave me strength and courage to get through my life. I just would like to give back something. However, I need help helping. So, I am asking you to donate to this really cool program. It does not have to be a lot, even $10. Please! Help me give back!

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