In 15 years of hospital visits, having my legs measured was the consultation. After a few years you begin to think there's nothing else wrong.

I didn’t look for anything further, because there was no cause for concern. I have now made it my way to find out what I should have known as a child.

With each yearly consultation, my father was asked whether he had any concerns, my legs were then measured, then we made another appointment for the following year. I was led to believe there was nothing wrong with me. I could see a lack of muscle tone, a foot drop and a leg length difference.

Around the mental and emotional side of my disability, it was a vicious circle. The more my physical issues were ignored, the more my emotions manifested in anger issues, the more I was blamed for being angry.

If the shoe were on the other foot, others would have wanted to know. My blog gives me a platform for me to come to terms with my experience. We all have a right to know about what we deal with. Through countless memories, I tell my story and without judgment.

Whilst I cannot change my experiences, my blogs act as a reminder that there is always a message, a silver lining, and a way through our experiences.