I am officially a league member of Suburbia Roller Derby. I think my first game will be next month. I'm proud of the work I've put in so far, and I'm looking forward to becoming a better player. And I'm grateful to Stu for taking care of Ryan while I'm at practice, and for getting past his... um... initially intense reservations... about the whole derby thing.
I tried out for the league as an escape from autism, and as an outlet for my related anger, but it's become much more than that. I love the sport, I love my teammates, but mostly I love the sense of accomplishment I get from learning the game skill by skill.
I have fewer hang-ups about my appearance, because I now think of my body in terms of what it can do: how fast can it skate, how easily can it control my speed, how low can it squat, how hard can it hit.
I have more self-confidence than ever before.
My endurance - both physical and mental - has increased exponentially.
And I'm living much more in the moment, which makes me more relaxed about the future.
So now, in honor of my tendency to make involuntary kung-fu noises whenever I make contact, you may call me: