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 didn’t look outside the box because there was no cause for concern from my doctors, or family. 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 and when that wasn’t forthcoming, my legs were measured, then we were asked to make another appointment for the following year.
Over the years I was led to believe 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. It was a vicious circle. the more my emotions manifested in anger issues, the more I was blamed for being angry.
Now my blog 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.
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.