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.
Throughout that time I also didn’t think I needed to look outside the box because there seemed to be no cause for concern from my doctors or family. When I look back of course, I can’t believe that I was continually being exposed by the very people who were supposed to protect me and those who were supposed to care for me.
With a lack of trust and honesty and many decades on, I have 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 and when that wasn’t forthcoming, my legs were measured, then we were asked to make another appointment for the next year.
Over the years I was misled into thinking there was nothing much wrong with me, apart from what you could see; a lack of muscle tone, a foot drop and a leg length difference. I was also in a vicious circle; the more my emotions manifested in anger issues, the more I continued to get blamed because I was angry.
I have created my own circumstances through my blog and that allows me to talk about my experiences and to find a place for those. Through countless perceptions, memories and a full understanding of my circumstances, I am able to tell my story in the way my life has unfolded and right a wrong on all my experiences.
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.