I periodically tried to ask questions as a child about my physical problems and then in my twenties I became desperate for answers. But in view of my childhood and the lack of parental support, it would go on to take me another 25 years to find the answer on what I had been dealing with physically for all those years.
Unfortunately, the longer we take to find something out, the longer it takes for us to emotionally work through the issues. I believe that what saved me, was not the fact that I had a physical problem, but the fact that I was continually able to rationalise my thoughts.
Every day I would find reason to understand, even though I had no idea what. The condition itself was immaterial. Everyone has a right to know, but knowing would never have changed the outcome. Emotionally, I had to come to terms with and cope with my physical and emotional difficulties. Sometimes we must reason our way through.