When I first considered finding out what was wrong with me, I remember feeling pleased that for the first time in my life I was going to have an answer on what I had been dealing with for all those years.
I could finally jigsaw and start to piece my childhood together, because they were very difficult years. Knowing that I’m living with the consequences of someone else making a mistake isn’t what I had in my mind all those years ago.
Because I knew nothing as a child, I was keen to know what I had, but I never equated that knowing would one day lead to finding out that I have Cerebral Palsy. Had I have been told I had Cerebral Palsy as a child I wouldn’t have known my Cerebral Palsy was a mistake.
I would have simply been told the diagnosis by a doctor, unless of course my parents wanted to know why I was born with Cerebral Palsy. Over the years and through my own research piecing everything together, I now know for definite my Cerebral Palsy was a consequence of someone else making a mistake.
To be told I have Cerebral Palsy is one thing, but for me to know it could have been prevented, is another.