When I was born, I was diagnosed with a disability. My disability is 22q11.2 deletion syndrome. This disability affects the same chromosome of a Down syndrome child, but the patients of 22q11.2 are missing a different part of the twenty-second chromosome. In the past this disability wasn’t very common, nowadays this infirmity can be found in one in every four thousand births. I am a high functioning patient of 22q11.2 deletion syndrome. I may have a disability though I never allow the disability to comprise a milestone that I have created in my life to bring me joy. Some children that have this disability could have seven brain surgeries by the time they are one year old, some have feeding tubes, and some are bonded to a wheelchair for the…show more content… According to Perelman School of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania, most of all of the 22q11.2 are mentally younger than their physical age; nevertheless, I do not seem to care what my mental age really is. I just know that I am nineteen years old, and I want to do the best I can in life. Because of the knowledge I was given by an actual study I was a part of, I never allow my disability to be an excuse on why I could not complete a task that I am given. Unfortunately, having 22q11.2 makes even doing task like making friends even more difficult because I just do not understand most social cues that happen around me, especially sarcasm. I do not know if being constantly bored during events is normal; however, I did not start showing interest in going to school events until recently. Normal folk start to go to school events back in middle school and high school; as a result, I feel a little left behind. I also feel that because of 22q11.2 deletion syndrome I am feeling left out. I am just now going through the milestones, which my peers have already had in their earlier stages of…show more content… Any loss in the family is difficult… I’m just not sure while or not having a disability makes it even harder. When I write, I tend to call my father “papa”. November 6th, 2015 is when I lost my papa. My papa died because of low potassium levels which he got from constantly drinking whisky all the time. I have not been physically diagnosed with depression by a doctor, but I feel like I have depression sometimes. Normal activities seem to be boring now… I just have to live day by day. I have to live for the moment and not try to stress about things that are a week ahead of schedule. I am glad my papa is not suffering anymore; hopefully, his spirit can find peace, so he can see Grandpa again. Seven years ago, my grandpa died. Papa never really was the same after the loss of his dad. I truly hope he’s with Grandpa now because Grandpa would be giving him a hard time for the way he treated his family. My ma, uncles, aunts, and I all know that Grandpa would not have liked how he had treated us these last couple of years; therefore, I do not understand why Papa treated us the way he did. This milestone of grief will never go away because once you love someone you never get over them. Grief is the price human beings pay for
