I remember not being able to peel my eyes off my odd-looking left foot as a child and next to now muscle tone and becoming irritated, seeing my other beautifully formed right leg and foot staring back at me.
I was never able to get past that. Fast forward to the present day and I can look in the mirror at my foot and my leg, without feeling irritated any more. The book brings order, understanding and acceptance, where I only had chaos.
Without being able to self-contain my thoughts in this way, I could never have pieced my experiences together from when I was a small child. That was important.
When an author writes a book, others must accept the decisions the author takes as part of their own personal growth. Writing their thoughts out in this way isn’t being disloyal, it is about speaking their truth, in a way that brings acceptance on their experiences.
In my own case, it was not something afforded to me as a child, but something I have had to continually work for. Others must reconcile our truth is also their truth, even if they choose not to accept it.
My book is everything to do with bringing acceptance on my life with a disability I didn’t know I had. It charts my journey for the first time in 56 years.