I believe it makes a real difference when someone can relate and understands what we go through. It happened in a conversation about me having cerebral palsy and being born in the 1960’s. In the 1960’s in the UK, disability was often brushed under the carpet and totally ignored.
It really is a wonderful feeling when someone identifies and resonates with us on what we deal with and reaffirm all the things we’ve had to deal with. It doesn’t change how we cope, but it does make things seem that little bit easier.
In the 1960’s, people with disabilities were often stigmatised, so were unable to fully take part in mainstream education and employment. That didn’t happen to me because I was overlooked, so in hindsight that turned out to be a good thing.
Hating cerebral palsy isn’t something I constantly think about, but as I continue to make sense of where I am emotionally, it can become the catalyst to all my other problems. At that moment, I felt as though someone finally understood my life.