“What’s wrong with your hand?” Why do you have a limp?”

Yes, all questions posed to me when I was younger with CP. when I came into this world I didn’t know I had a disability, it was through those conversations I was told there was big differences. Differences that brought questions, some just purely out of curiosity, some of not so nice nature.

I found I had to unlearn that I wasn’t “broken”, it was just my make up, my structure. Finding the words to describe it to myself was hard enough, having to translate that to other people in my youth without going into mass detail but letting them know “I’m good, it’s a just different structure” takes time and energy.

Everything seem to go a million miles more faster at that age.

Where I’m at now, I’ve had 37 years to find my understanding of what cerebral palsy means to me. I have an open nature to questions, I love conversations about adaption and inclusion should people want to have a discussion and share experiences. I love the building community on social, thank you sharing your time with me.

And I’m not broken, it’s my unique structure!💚