Don't spit out Jesus Christ!

Before I tell you what my subject line means, you might notice I have books from Amazon on my page's sidebar. I chose these books because, well...they're awesome. Exile and Pride is an awesome bio/discussion of disability and gender identity. The Ultimate Guide to Sex and Disability is exactly what it sounds like (wink wink). And I actually know the writer of Beyond Victims and Villains. She is a disabled actor and director and has produced many plays by and about people with disabilities.

So I went back to Cleveland, Ohio for the wedding of my favorite aunt. My dad's family is cool but kind of religious. By "kind of" religious, I mean compared to me and I'm not religious at all, but not like the going to church every week type. My dad is not religious at all but he grew up in a Catholic family of 13 children. But is was a wedding and weddings are usually held in church (which is cool with me).

Anyway, I was siting up front (they had accessible seating in front) enjoying the wedding when it was time for communion. My whole family lined up while my mom, dad and I just waited in our seats.

Now I have to explain somethings. Because of my CP, my mouth is open a lot (not like widddde open, but open). And also because of my CP, my tongue sometimes also pushes out my food. Both of these things are not a huge deal and I don't even think about it normally.

So, the priest seeing that I sitting in the pew with my mouth open, just shoved in a host wafer. My dad leaned over and said "Eva, whatever you do, don't spit it out," while my grandma did a "Hallelujah!" My aunt, whose wedding it was, was cracking up because she knew I was not religious and there was a big possibility I would spit out the sacrament.

I did not spit out the wafer. But it was so funny and I have a great first communion story. The priest was not being a jerk at all, but he definitely did not give me a chance to decline. I think he just saw an open mouth and went for it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this story.