Sunday, May 6, 2012

You got questions? I got answers!

Alright everyone, here's the deal. I get asked questions about my life, sometimes medical sometimes not,all the time! I want to be able to address all these questions. It will also help me know what I should be writing about. I've got SO much that I've experienced and SO many thoughts run around in my head that I'm nervous about hitting everything I need to or not getting enough facts out! So PLEASE, whenever you have a question, regardless of what it's about- leave a comment and I will answer your questions in a new entry! From there, stories will come out as I remember experiences I've had and other things I've been asked making my blog truly a blog that others will enjoy reading. Just because I'm 'different' doesn't mean that I haven't had friend issues, fights with my parents, insecurities, trials, and all the stuff that comes with life. It just means that I sometimes have to handle these situations differently- and that's okay. I hope that by reading my blog, people will understand that different is okay. That we're beautiful the way we are and that we shouldn't be ashamed of it. Different is normal. And, as I always say,

"There's no such thing as normal!!!"


P.S. I also posted this on the side for all to read as a reminder but since I have a feeling no one really reads over there, I figured I'd make it a post too. I'm going to be REALLY adement about this one. Just because I know that there will be questions and I do want to make sure I get them all in. Also, it will help me stay on a topic that I can expand on a bit. So pretty please, help me help you. 


My parents and my name.

It's been a really long time, I know. But I've got the opportunity today to blog. And blog I shall. First off, my birthday was back in February and I am now 19 years old. I've got lots of decisions to make. I was born and raised in California. My parents now- the ones that adopted me- have graciously raised me and have kept trying and trying for most of their marriage to give me experiences that most people never get to have. With my father as an educator, school was always a big deal. In high school, all the staff knew me just because they knew my Dad! For the first two years, I had this conversation with most of the teachers. Teacher: Name?
Me: Tesia Cawney
Teacher: Collony?
Teacher: Tesha, Tessia, Leticia, Tess, Teshia, what was the last name again?
Me: Tesia- T-E-S-I-A Carney- C-A-R-N-E-Y
Teacher: Spell the last name again...? C-A-O-N-E-Y?
Me: No, not 'O' 'R' C-A-R-N-E-Y. Sorry, I've always had trouble with my R's.
Teacher: So C-A-R-N-E-Y
Me: Right.
Teacher: and your first name is tessia?
Me: Sure.
Friend: T-sí-uh
Me to friend: its okay, i'm used to it.
Teacher: Tesha?
Me: No, but its okay.
Teacher: But it's your name It should be respected (or whatever they said I don't remember now...)
Me: Seriously, its fine. Some of my best friends don't say my name right.
Teacher: Well its not fine to me! Now, how do you say it?
Me *(at this point I'm slightly annoyed but used to it.) Slowly*: T- Te, C- si, uh- a. (Later it would be T-Te, C- like spanish for yes. sí, then the a is just an uhh sound.) Tesia.
Teacher: Tesia got it. and your last name is colony?
Me: Carney- you know my dad? Steve Carney? I'm his daughter.
Teacher: Right. Okay, got it.
High school was the only time that I ever brought my fathers name into the conversation. Sometimes, I would save everyone the trouble and write my name down! They would, of course, get my name wrong and I would go along with it. Anything that resembles my name now, I turn at. Fifth grade was the funniest with the name thing because at one point I sat by a classmate (and friend) named Leticia. I remember one day in particular when we were sitting together and our teacher called one of us up to his desk. He even pointed his finger at the one he wanted! Well, neither of us heard the Le part and his finger seemed to be right in between us. We both looked at each other for a moment and decided that I would go up. I did, only to have him say 'No, no, no, no. I said Leticia.' I looked at her and motioned for her to come up and went back to my seat, laughing the whole time.

So, there's a smaller bit of the trouble I go through, just with the name. Although now, I think it's pretty comical! But Back to the point. I'm ADD. sorry, try to follow along!
So, my Dad is an educator and everyone in the district knows him. Mom, on the other hand, is a ER nurse. She is the one that has taken care of me physically all my life. And, knowing the ins and outs of the medical world, she's been a great help and resource. Thanks to her, we've been able to find doctors who actually know what they're talking about. It also provides me a great deal of comfort to have her around when I'm sick. It's always seemed like she knows whats going on in my system better than I do myself! Because of the professions my parents are in, I've been able to grow more as a person than I would've if I had lived somewhere else.

Actually, Dora (my birthmother) and Terry (my birthfather) were the ones that came up with the name. I went to legoland once and they had this 'what does your name mean' thing. I did mine and I found out my name means 'loved by God', which was nifty.

A little fun tidbit for everyone to chew on.