Having grown up and missed my developmental delays that other children without a disability reach, it is only now that I have come to understand why.
Being a child with special needs I needed the help so that I could function. I believe this is partly responsible and contributes to some of the overwhelming feelings I have when it comes to me dealing with other aspects of my life.
I later learned that doctors originally diagnosed me at the age of two and a half, so my parents will have known my diagnosis. I grew up in ignorance on my struggles. It would go on to take me many, many years to find out.
Being ignorant because we don’t understand something is acceptable because we don’t know any better, but being ignorant because we don’t want to know I feel isn’t.
Not taking the time to help me work through my disability and helping me emotionally is something I cannot comprehend. Questions were never asked as to why any of my developmental delays were there or why I struggled.
On my not so good days, I find the concept completely overwhelming and incomprehensible.