Thoughts about my disability are never far away and is the reason for another daily blog. I’m not sure how old I was when it became clear to me that even without my disability, I would have had little opportunity around an education and travel. I would have had to have had a different culture and parenting to achieve it.
Looking back, it was only on the back of my persistence that I eventually found out what had been wrong with me for all of those years. The sad reality is that I lived through each experience not knowing for sure if I was ever going to know what my disability was. There was a time when I was beginning to give up hope.
I know that although I’ve had to continually work on acceptance of my experiences, I should never have been put through them. My anger issues as a child were solely as a result of a disability ignored and my inability to cope emotionally and physically had nothing to do with me as a person. What you see through my writing is how I always was.
The unfairness of being labelled and being blamed for anger issues is wholly inexcusable and unacceptable, but through that I know my persistence saved me. It was something I unconsciously felt I needed to do. It’s also necessary if something we’re having to deal with isn’t being met.
I know that if I had my time again I would do the same thing. It’s brought me to my writing and my blog and I couldn’t be happier.