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’d constantly stand and tilt myself round, so that I could see my back in the mirror. Although I had slight suspicions about the curvature, I dismissed them because it had never been mentioned, so I assumed I must be wrong. But throughout my childhood, it was something I would constantly go back to, then dismiss because that couldn’t be right, could it?
Perhaps deep down I knew I was right but didn’t want to be. Then at the age of 25 and my last check-up with a new specialist, my father was informed that a mild curvature is what I had been living with for all those years, as part of the cerebral palsy I didn’t even know I had.