There is a train of thought that if you’ve never known anything different, then it must be easier to live with what you have to deal with. On paper that would seem true, but in reality I feel it’s very different.
On the contrary, we live amongst family, friends and people in the community who don’t necessarily live with a disability. That makes it harder in some respects because we see a more perfect normal, when we know for us that will never be.
I have constant reminders lurking from my past. When I was growing up, I was aware that I didn’t walk heel toe like all the other kids. It used to bother me that my shoes would wear down differently.
It also bothered me that my father kept telling me to pick my leg and foot up, because I constantly dragged both. He used to make a point of standing behind me as I walked, just to remind me.
Creating and running my site has been a tremendous help, being able to explore and understand my experiences in the way they happened, has been the catalyst of me being able to accept my life too.
But most importantly are the friendships I have made along the way with friends who are keen to explore their own difficulties through my blogs.