CEC with me

Last year while I was looking for friends after starting my freshmen year at college I came accessed a little know group named call CEC or Council for Exceptional Children. It seemed to good to be true. The group premise was to give students and children in the community that have special need / exceptionalities opportunities and programs that allow them to interacted with people outside their family. So I went and I feel a little out of place their was not a single person with a noticeable disability there.

I sat through the meetings and ended up meeting a lot of friendly people. I kept going and I got to meet a lot of people. After a Christmas break CEC exec board members were looking in vain to find a person with a disability to speak on a panel about special education. To be honest I never gave it much thought. One afternoon I was walk to the education building with a old friend I have reconnected with through CEC(her mom is the advisor) said **** was thinking about asking you to speak at the panel but did not want to upset me, would I like to do it. Its so weird to me because I feel like everyone what would I have to talk about, to me my life is not been that crazy or hard or sad. The only drama in my life had been my own feels. So I went and did the panel I was nervous but got through it. It was great at the end of the semester I ran for a position on the exec and got it. At each general meeting I get butterflies in my stomach worrying if people think I got the job because of my CP or waiting with breaths held when I walk in front of the audience waiting to see if I fall on my face, or hoping all tell my story again. Truth is I don’t feel my story is anything to talk about. Very recently my special education preschool teacher told me Beanie “I bet your tired of people want to hear about your life but, it help parents and allows people to see what people with CP and other disabilities can do” I never thought of it before like that and it makes me feel less like entertainment for gossip.
Later soon maybe I well share part of my story with you.