Help, in so many ways

I have tended to leave certain subjects out completely out of shame mostly, which I want to work on. I would be sad to loose people because of something I say, but better that then try to hide what I can not. A life of hiding is lonely and doesn't do any worse than telling people and having them not want to see me anymore.
I also have learned thanks to my OT and some others, and have gained good, and want them to know how eternally grateful I am for all the good they allowed me.
The Beetles song, "Help" is exactly how I feel towards them, and although I miss my OT so much, I hope all the good possible can come from that move. I don't know that anyone has ever helped me more, and it seems only fitting that I fight to keep the confidence and strength I have gained having had her to help me. Thanks to her, and others who are kind to me no matter how I am, or am not.

I also want the kids to know how I feel, I would be leaving out a great deal. Brady and Tage especially give me a boost that helps so much. I want them to know that always. Brady loved my walker which is out of commission and no longer needed. He told everyone it was his first set of wheels, and it was fun to be able to give the kids rides on it, good exercise too. He also likes my "purple ears" my hearing aids, and I know when I deal with people who make fun of me it really helps to think of those times.
Tage is different in that he seems to think I have superpowers , or that things give me extra something. My leg braces he is determined allow me to run faster. Someday I hope to prove him right. He tried them on every time I saw him and it was only reciently that he could stand with them. They reach his hip and are definatly something that slows him down, but I have some funny photos, and video, and just appreciate his view so much. My forearm crutches are amazing, I think I did mention them before, I don't fall with them, and they work with Kenetic energy making it much easier to walk. Those Tage calls my "light savers" sabers, and good for sword fights. I think he is a born fencer, but their are no sports I know of that he can not do. Those moments are what keep me going when I am alone, or made fun of, or treated as people do. They keep me going, and although I hope to go without braces or crutches someday, I know I withstand so much more because of them, and other children who truly accept me for who I am.
I wish the world or just more people were much more like them, life sure would be an easier place if there were fewer closed minds, and judgements with everything. Maybe that will be my goal to be more that way myself, and hope to find more people like that if I can try to be more that way myself.