I have always been disabled. Well, for as long as I can remember. I’ve definitely been disabled for longer than most people have known me for.
When I was four years old, I had bacterial meningitis and septicaemia. (What is Meningitis?) I’ve been left with an acquired brain injury and a whole host of problems that come along with it, including constant widespread pain and declining mobility.
Until very recently, I masked as much of my disability as possible. I grew up masking it, especially as I got older and became more and more aware that I was definitely “different” from my peers at school. Even through college and what I managed of university, I feigned normality just to fit in.
Looking back, it’s a bit sad really. I should never have felt the need to disguise my pain and my mobility issues. I pretended right from when I was a small child, right up until last year.
Since my health began to rapidly decline about a year ago, I’ve had to drop most of the mask I wore to hide my symptoms. As the body and brain develop, the effects of a brain injury can worsen, sometimes rapidly. Unfortunately, mine has hit this point: I went from using no mobility aids, to a walking stick, to a wheelchair in the space of a few months.
I have always been disabled, but I haven’t always been visibly disabled. I haven’t become sick out of the blue, I have always been sick.
Love and light,