the Crip Guy

The Crip Guy blog just reached 1000 views. I don't know if this is a big accomplishment but I am just glad someone read it. Grateful is not a good enough word for how I feel. This blog originally started as my journal during a particularly painful point in my life. It was filled with pain and loss. I used it as an emotional pressure relief valve. Eventually, this made me start to reflect on my life. I wanted to show what's it like to live with Duchenne. The painful parts and the funny, hopeful, weird, and unique parts. As a bonus, it keeps me sane. Thank you all for giving me some purpose, direction, and stability. Maybe this blog is some type of "inspiration porn" but you, crips, and non-crips inspire me just as much. It is amazing I get to share my life with you. I hope you find something important in this blog or at least enjoy the comics. Now on to the rest of the post. It’s another illustration! I hope you don’t mind. I think all my color choices are still affect

  This week is an illustration or a doodle. Sometimes I will think of the most ridiculous situations when I am bored or just for fun. This time I decided to illustrate one of these thought experiments. Do you like dolphins, jet skis, and saving people? I am 98% sure this post will not make anyone cry (It’s weird that the guy with a terminal disease has some sad stories). Growing up I had a tough time with procrastination (or right now?). Unless I was right up against a deadline, I couldn’t motivate myself to get work done. Part of it might have been due to not having the technology I needed or even knowing it existed. Helpful voice software like what I use to write my post did not exist until my senior year in high school. No one told me the tablet I used to draw and originally do schoolwork with existed until my third year in college. Until that point, I had to do most of my work in my head. I think I had some control issues if I couldn’t physically write by myself, I didn’t feel moti

In case you were wondering I will be posting twice a week until all of my previous content is in one place, this blog. A new introduction will be added to most of my old posts to keep them interesting and maybe give you some new information. I know the last post was not incredibly happy. Believe me, I am not all doom and gloom all the time. I just write what is on my heart love, friendship, loss, hope, death, life, faith, legacy, and many other topics. Sometimes it will be sad enough that I will want to give up and just cry into my pillow. Other times I am filled with enough joy that I can't contain it with the words I write or the pictures I draw. Even if it's heartbreaking I am glad I have the opportunity to share my stories with you. I love you all and please enjoy the rest of the post. Do you like Kill Bill, fart jokes, and mailboxes? This week I will give you a look at what it’s like to be disabled, specifically the best and worst parts. Being a Crip is not all doom and gl

The post might be sad so the illustration this week will be a teddy bear. I usually send this drawing to friends or family that are sick to cheer them up. I hope this bear helps offset one of the more painful stories of my life.  I have been going to church lately. I won’t lie it’s mostly for selfish reasons my best friend, his family including my “nephew” and some other new/old friends go. For some of them that is the only time I can see them during the week for others, it’s just a bonus. Before I start, I just want to say this is my experience or a part of it. If you have faith in something and you are not hurting people with that belief well that is pretty cool. Also, I know a lot of people who believe in God read my posts. This time in my life hurt and it would shape my worldview. I could break my life into two parts before and after the hospital. In a lot of ways, I was un-made during this time. On most days I have a hard time believing in anything like a higher power or God.  For

Hi everyone I hope you are finding something in this blog. At some point, I would like the people who read this to pick the topic from time to time. I think that might be a little way in the future. I just want to thank everyone that reads my ramblings and likes my amateur art it means a lot to me. As much as I hope I am helping you; you might be helping me more. You give me a schedule and a place to put all my thoughts, it keeps me sane. I appreciate and love you all. Now please enjoy (I think that is the right word) the rest of the post. I’m posting a painting I did a while ago this week (thought this was a comic page). Do you like trees, moons, and blue? If not, you are barking up the wrong tree this week (sorry…pun). I should have a comic next week. I know you are disappointed but that brings me to this week’s weird motivation, Disappointment. Is he ok? First, he talked about failure, hopelessness, loss, giving up, and death. Now he is talking about disappointment(bummer?). The sho

Since no one has read this yet I can say whatever I want. Umm...SHIT! I turned 33 this last Saturday. It was one of the best birthdays I can remember due to my friends and family. It might not seem like a big party to most people just cake, pizza, and going to a bar with a few close people. However, having the people I care about most in the world all under one roof for a few hours was the best present I could ask for. I would like to thank my parents, brothers Brandon and Kenton, and my friends Jacob, Trista, Thomas, Ally, Nick, Aryona, and especially Megan.  I know I talk about her a lot but she went above and beyond for my birthday. She shouted (didn't really shout) things like if I pee my pants she will pee her pants (never had someone willing to pee their pants for me before). I should probably explain. Drinking makes you pee and I can't do it without help. Luckily mutually assured destruction did not occur. Like most heroines, she came to my rescue and saved me from a uri

This week Crip Guy does some extreme sports. Do you like rock climbing, dark humor, helmets, and profanity? I am happy with how the hands turned out. I hope you like it. Now it’s time for some inspirational falling metaphors. I think it’s appropriate considering this week’s comic. First some background information I have something called Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Basically, all the muscles in my body get weaker as I get older. This means that at one point I was able to walk, breathe, and be annoyingly good at video games (the important things). The transition from walking to a wheelchair was unsteady for me. Before I got my first wheelchair I would fall at least once a day. I think this makes me an expert in falling. If you have any disease questions, message me or leave a comment, nothing is off-limits. I can't do much but I can be uncomfortably honest. Alright back to falling. Sometimes you fall and it barely hurts. You get right back up and continue on your way. Other times y