Ever since I was a little girl, the truth was an important aspect of who I was. Not knowing about my physical, mental and emotional disability didn’t rest easy, although there was nothing I could do about it.
Easy would have been a fabrication of what was my truth, but a life bravely borne, and over the years a life that through my writing has come to reflect courage, understanding, truth and honesty.
We all deserve to have and live with truth, no matter what our growing up personal circumstances are. If the shoe were on the other foot, others would also have wanted to know, they would want the truth, they would want the same thing.
And even if they may not outwardly or inwardly admit it to themselves, we’re all human it’s what being human means. Searching for the truth is instinctive. It’s what many of us would choose to do.