I have an early memory of looking in the mirror and checking the curves on my back. Even then I knew something wasn’t right, when my shoulders were extended and straight, my back wasn’t.
I would constantly stand and tilt myself around, so that I could see my back in the mirror. Although I had a slight suspicion about the curvature, I dismissed it, because it had never been mentioned, so I assumed I must be wrong. But throughout my childhood, it was something I would go back to, then dismiss because it couldn’t be right, could it?
Perhaps deep down I knew I was right, but I didn’t want to be. Then at the age of 25, at my last check-up with a new specialist, my father was told that I had mild scoliosis, as part of the leg length difference brought about through cerebral palsy that at the time I still didn’t even know I had. It was something else that was never mentioned in any of my medical notes.