Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – Just a Boy

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Friday Fictioneers 560 March 4, 2016 - copyight-sean-fallon

He was born with a death sentence.

The doctors spoke gently as she wept.

She was overcome by the diagnosis of hydrocephalus.

She carried him for 9 months. He couldn’t have a disability.

How could she create a defective child?

They told her to institutionalize him.

You won’t be able to manage his condition.

She refused. He’s my son. I’ll always love and care for him.

He is 59 now. Sits on the floor staring at the wall – any wall.

He just stares and holds his little jar of batteries he calls his friends.

A boy in an adult body.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

 

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***** My brother was born with this illness. Although his jar wasn’t filled with batteries, the photo immediately brought him to mind.

***** Hydrocephalus (from Greek hydro-, meaning “water”, and kephalos, meaning “head”) is a rare medical condition in which there is an abnormal accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) in the brain. This causes increased intracranial pressure inside the skull and may cause progressive enlargement of the head if it occurs in childhood, potentially causing convulsion, tunnel vision, and mental disability. It was once informally called “Water on the brain.” information from wikipedia

Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of whom I am no matter what venue I choose to express it.

52 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Just a Boy

  1. This is so well told, and yet he lives and find his own joy… the doom over a life is always premature… a wonderful and tragic story.

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    • He was a prisoner of his disease … and … the misunderstanding of my parents.
      Their denial helped him create his own world. The ignorance of those whose minds were rigid.
      I appreciate your encouraging word, Bjorn. Always a master of expressing how you feel about
      the writings of others. Thnak You …
      Isadora 😎

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  2. Sad story, Isadora. Thank goodness if caught in time that condition can now be managed by doctors inserting a tube to aid in the drainage of the liquid. It has to be replaced every so often as the child grows. Many children didn’t survive it at one time. We had a friend who’s son grew up with those tubes and was just fine. Well done. —– Suzanne

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    • Well, I wrote a commentthis morning but don’t know where it went. : 0
      I’m pleased medical research has found ways to help this illness. I appreciate your writing about the information.
      It was difficult, for me, as a child to hear and see some of the behaviors he had.
      Thank you for stopping by, Patricia, and leaving your wonderful comment.
      Isadora 😎

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  3. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  4. This is so sad, and beautifully told. I’m so sorry that your family had to go through such hard times.

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  5. Wow. I have a friend who has an adult daughter like this. They have cared for her at home, but worried about her future when they pass away. Thank you for sharing such a personal story.

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    • Yes, it’s a difficult life for the caretakers. My brother lived at home until my parents death. They never made arrangements for him.
      He wound up living on the street until I found out and found him an institution. I plan to write about the heartache of his handicapped
      life in a memoir I’ve been writing for too many years.

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  6. Querida Isadora,

    I am merely echoing comments at this point. Very touching story, and even more so because of the truth of it. You wrote it well, no doubt because it’s heartfelt.

    Abrazos y shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Querida Rochelle,
      All comments even repetitive ones are always loved and appreciated. This started out as fiction
      but my mind kept going back to my brother. His imaginary friends fit in well with the photo prompt.
      Thank you for your kind sentiments and for allowing me to take license with your fiction challenge.
      Con carino,
      Isadora 😎

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  7. So very sad Isadora, and beautifully told with the insight of one who’s been there and experienced it. They say “write about what you know” and you have done. With style and sensitivity.

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    • Sandra,
      Your kind words soothe the spots that ached as I wrote this story. Perhaps, it’s best that it did write it.
      One never really heals from the remembrances of a childhood that wasn’t understood and questions
      that can never be answered.
      Thank you for your lovely comment.
      Isadora 😎

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  8. Touching, made more so by your relationship.

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  9. Powerful story, Isadora. We have something in common. My sister was born with this as well, but she was functional. She was delayed, however, and has always lived with family. She didn’t speak until she was two, for example. In fact, some may think she’s quite functional, but she really isn’t. I hope your brother is doing well in the institution. I’m sure it isn’t easy having a family member with this condition.

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    • My brother developed until the age of 12 mentally. He spoke with a lisp so very few could understand him. He had many, many health issues including eyesight so poor that he was almost blind. He looked like he was okay until he would speak or walk or try to learn.
      Sadly, my Mother and Father both refused to believe he was handicapped. They died and he was then put in the institution. He didn’t understand why.
      He fell into extreme depression and has barely come out of it.
      Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your similar experience, Amy. At times, the heart aches in ways no one can know.
      Blessings to you …
      Isadora 😎

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  10. The human lot is not always good, when illness calls true friends are needed. Thank you for sharing

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    • It’s a bit like automobiles. Once in awhile there may be a lemon amongst them.
      Although, humans aren’t created the same way. Although, a faulty issue might cause a glitch.
      Yes, friends may have helped assuage the pain but none were there.
      I appreciate your visit and sensitive comment. Thank You …
      Isadora 😎

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  11. Beautifully sad and wonderful story. So real for so many.

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  12. I understand. I, too, have a brother with a disability. Fortunately, he is doing well, but, yeah. I understand. Nice writing, Isadora.

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  13. Oh Isadora. This is so beautifully told. I’ve learned something. Thanks for sharing.

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  14. I knew there had to be a personal element as I read, I’m sorry for your brother Issy, some people seem to get more than their share of pain.

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  15. This is sad but On the other hand, we can’t see into the the thoughts of this man with thoughts like a child. Perhaps, he is very happy in his home with his Mom. But I wonder what he’ll do when his mom passes on 😦

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    • Oh … the questions are answered enventually, dear Mandi. This is part of the memoir I’m writing that
      stagnants each time a sorrowful incident is brought to the surface. Some of our life’s paths are paved in rumbles of stones.
      Thank you for your sensitive comment and for your visit.
      Isadora 😎

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  16. This is a deeply moving and heart-breaking story, Isadora. I am so sorry! It must hurt your every day to contemplate this tragedy. And as for your mother, I cannot imagine what she carried inside her for all those years.

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  17. Tragic and powerful. I quite wondering how you would work in the jar … and pow … you did it well.

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    • Dear aFrank,
      Love, Love, Love your comment. It makes writing this tragic story worth it.
      These prompts can make a mind twist and turn. In this case, it found its way
      to the heart box with this painful story. I always appreciate the stellar comments
      you leave and your visits to my humble blog home.
      Isadora 😎

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  18. A tragic story, all the more poignant because of the information in your footnote. Beautifully told.

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  19. Such a moving poem, Isadora…

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  20. This is sad, Isadora. I’m sorry to hear about your brother. Your story is wonderful and helped educate us on this condition.

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