Having grown up and missed all my developmental delays that other children will have reached, it is only now that I have really come to understand; why I missed out on mine.
I needed the help so I could function in my life. I was never equipped. I believe this is responsible and contributes to the overwhelming feelings I get when it comes to me dealing with other aspects of my life.
Doctors originally diagnosed me at the age of two and a half, so certain family members will have known my diagnosis. I grew up in ignorance, so family didn’t have to deal with it. The only time anything was ever brought up was when I broached the subject, then it was quickly dismissed as if the problem didn’t exist. It would go on to take me many years to find out.
Going for walks was my biggest bugbear. Having my father stand behind me. Not being able to pick my foot up, dragging it constantly when I walked, not being able to hold on to open toed sandals that were clearly inappropriate shoes for me to wear, constantly being told to pick my leg up and to stop dragging my foot is still something I remember. It was the bane of my life.
Had my family taken the time to understand my presenting issues, they will have known I couldn’t do what they were asking me to do. Being ignorant because we don’t understand is acceptable. Ignorance because we don’t want to know isn’t. Not taking the time to help me work through what I had to deal with, is something I will never comprehend.
Questions were never asked as to why any of my developmental delays were there or why I struggled in the way I did. To this day I find it totally incomprehensible. Some days I find the notion difficult, other days I find it completely overwhelming.