Life for me has been bitter sweet, bitter because I’ve had to fumble my way through the dark and those times were difficult and sweet because my mum telling me my birth was difficult, catapulted me into a new life and I haven’t looked back.
I understand why she had to keep my disability a secret. Selfless to the end, because even through a terminal illness, she still wanted me to know, when she could have easily passed without telling me anything at all.
Not talking about my disability wasn’t something she would have chosen to keep to herself. She worked tirelessly with me, to help me with my exercises. That was her way of trying to help me, without being able to tell me.
That must have been difficult for her, it would always be harder for me. I don’t want to choose to see this negatively. Instead, I will continue to bring understanding into the equation.