Are we ever happy for another’s story to be told? I’m under no illusion that ‘My Story’ may never have been told.
Throughout my life, my story was out of reach, impossible. I felt demoralised, unhappy, angry and out of touch with myself. All the things you’re made to feel when something is swept under the carpet and is completely out of reach.
As it’s a child’s right to know, parents are duty bound to make sure their child is aware of what he or she deals with. I spent a lifetime being judged and misjudged, because I wasn’t only dealing with a physical disability, but I was dealing with neurological issues too that none of us were aware of.
I was considered argumentative, stubborn and awkward, but the reality was I was none of those things. I was judged and misjudged because I was angry all the time and that didn’t go down well at all. When it comes to anyone telling their story, I would say it’s not something others take on lightly.
Invariably stories are told because that person wants to understand. Although our story is for us to tell, there is always a clear message that brings the story together. I think that’s clear, but for those telling their story, it helps them to understand their lives through their thoughts, pertaining to their countless experiences.
Telling our story helps us adjust better. It also helps us find a different take on what we’ve had to deal with for all those years. There will always be others who have clearly played their part in our story, but that is for them to reconcile. We’re all responsible for knowing if we could have done things better.
I believe we can all choose to change another person’s life just by being understanding, even if we can’t always help. But if we’re ever going to be part of someone’s story, it’s important that we make sure our contributions are positive.
‘My Story’ needed to be told, so that I could start to make my own positive contributions through some very dark times.