I didn’t have many wants or needs as a child in the material sense, but I did want to know why I had a bad leg and a bad foot and that inquisitiveness never went away.
It is natural for any child to want to talk, even more so when that child deals with a mild disability and although I have my writing to help me understand and talk about my challenges, they don’t replace my experiences, they’re still there.
What it may do is give us the emotional strength to reconcile. Although we may generally not want to live in the past, in my case it is difficult with 57 years of trauma, not to hold on to, or to have to revisit from time to time.
Even if I would have had a name to my disability, I wanted to talk about my disability, any child would want their family to know how living with a disability made them feel. Children need to know they are understood.
To be at least told I understand, and we want to help, would have been a start to my less challenging life.