I believe it makes a real difference when someone can relate to and clearly understands what we go through.
It happened this week in a conversation that took place 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. Of course, it doesn’t change how we cope and get on with our life, but it does somehow makes it seem that little bit easier.
Back then, people with a disability were often stigmatised, so were unable to fully take part in mainstream education and employment. That didn’t happen to me, but it would have done had I not been 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, my Cerebral Palsy often becomes the catalyst to all my other problems.
At that moment, for that split second I felt as though someone finally understood my life and how things were for me. I felt exonerated.