This wasn’t an easy blog to write, I hope I’ve done it justice. I grew up knowing only about a bad leg and foot. That much was obvious because it was something you could see. Wearing skirts made it more obvious, because you could see me walk toe heel, and because I walked with a limp.
Growing up and throughout my life, I was led to believe I was ‘normal’ and whilst I was still living at home that didn’t seem to matter, but it would eventually become clear, I was far from normal.
Fast forward to leaving home and functioning in my own normal began to get more difficult. When it comes to any relationship, it’s important a person’s disability is known about, so there are no surprises through the other end.
Believing I was normal, is further from what I am or what I’ve had to deal with over the years. I was never ‘normal.’ I have spent too many years trying to work around symptoms I didn’t know I had, whilst trying to conduct myself normally.
Instead, not knowing about my disability has caused years of unnecessary stress and anxiety. That’s not the same as going into a relationship and the other person knowing exactly what you deal with and what your symptoms are.
It takes a certain personality, allowing their child who they know deals with a disability to go through their life, knowing nothing about their disability and what they may have to deal with, and unconsciously still think it okay.