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I don’t know if I will ever know the full truth of my childhood or if my memories or memories or what I have been told. I was a sick child, that’s what defined my life, I was also a spoilt child so how do I have repressed memories or feelings from when the outside my life looked perfect and people were envious. Everyone assumed I had two loving parents and that I was always ok.  When I was born my food pipe wasn’t connected to my stomach, I was premature and my lungs collapsed. I survived it and for most of my childhood I wished I hadn’t, I wished the doctors had just let me die when I couldn’t breathe. I was in and out of hospital, feet problems and getting checked for my food pipe at least every 6 months. When I was 4 I was diagnosed with scoliosis, it was the worst thing for a kid my age. By the time I was 6 I was wearing a plaster cast. My arms were weak as I couldn’t do  a lot and I got told I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t sit on the floor with the other kids, I couldn’t play the same, I couldn’t do P.E. I was the weird kid and I hated my condition. I was literally going to the hospital every 3 months for all my medical stuff and it wasn’t just the local hospital, I had to travel into London where a bunch of doctors would examine me and talk about me but never to me. I never got to understand what was going on with me as most of the doctors had no interest in me as a human just as a object they had to examine. I had one good doctor out of the heaps I saw, she talked to me rather than ignore me, she would try and explain what was happening with me, I was so gutted when she left. She left due to her own scoliosis that had never been treated, her hunch was getting worse and she was in to much pain to work. I was worried I would turn out like her but I was more worried as it was the first connection I felt with someone that I had about my scoliosis and I was losing her. I had never related with someone before and she made me feel like I was actually normal. It was the best feeling. I learnt to hate my body at such a young age it was insane. I never noticed it was something I shouldn’t do but i knew I didn’t want to exist.  As I grew older I became rebellious with my back. We relocated to Australia when I was 8 and the doctors hadn’t a different idea with my back which filled me with joy. I was allowed a plastic cast that I could remove and they said I didn’t have to wear it all the time only at night. I was overjoyed at the thought that it would no longer define me. Thanks to this new hope I realised I could defy what I had been told. I stopped wearing it. Lots of arguments and fights with my mum and I still hadn’t given in. By the time of my next hospital appointment they let me remove it completely, they realised it had done everything it could for my bottom curve and wasn’t helping my top one. I was free, I got to be normal. I still had to go in every 6 months for check ups but i was no longer punished for having this condition.

**** Meditation? Focusing on the stuff you'll be able to do after? Realizing that you have a very high success rate? These are just the few I can think of off the top of my head, but I hope they help 😊

GOD DAMN IT MOM I NEED IT BECAUSE MY BACK IS TRYING TO RUIN ME JFC

Hello everyone, So today I had my spinal appointment with my new consultant at Landoc Hospital in Cardiff. My appointment was at 9:45 so as you do with the nhs I went in at 10:30. We were led into the consultation room to wait for the specialist (who shall remain anonymous throughout this post) and had to wait a further 10 minutes. So the specialist waltzes in with the medical student in tow, after he's introduced himself to my mother and sister he turns to me and says 'Do you think your spines changed in the last two years? We'll have a more indepth conversation later' I answered yes and was hurried off for a scoliogram (it's an x ray sitting up.) we literally saw him for 5 minutes. We had to wait a bit but eventually it was my turn. The off putting thing? The radiographer looked like the murderer in 'The Lovely Bones' (sorry, it was the only way I can describe him). that was along and arduous process of manovering. FYI JEGGINGS HAVE POPPERS. Yes, I got a slap on the wrist for that! So after a hasty and well held in wee, we had to wait for the specialist to call us back in. I noticed that a boy my age, in a chair with a film crew. (Turns out they were Cardiff media students and they were filming some documentary) We then called back into see the specialist, having to wait another 10 minutes. Then I nearly blew my gasket. He asked me 'why are you in a wheelchair?' You'd think he'd read my history and the referral physio sent wouldn't you? So I said 'cerebral palsy?' He looked at me like I was making it up. He asked my mother how we'd got the diagnosis and she said an 'MIR when she was two' and he looked ya her like she was a piece of shit. He showed me my spinal x ray and there's a small change from 2012 'but I'm sure (sic) that's not the cause of your pain and I'm unsure as to why you're still getting pain.' He said this as if I'm making all this up. Anyway, he felt down my spine hard and I wanted to explain to him about all my symptoms but he didn't seem to give a shit and he kept talking over us. I got round to mentioning to mentioning my pelvic and hip pain so he pressed on my pelvis and he didn't even care when my eyes watered with pain and I grunted in pain. Guess what he said? 'Go to x ray' So I had pelvic x rays and an old bag of malteasers mum found in her bag and we had to wait again for a consultant because my specialist 'was in a meeting'. I kid you not. Back into the consultation room and he rushes in and says 'there's nothing on your pelvic x ray so we're sending you for an MIR' (Something good I suppose.) So my mum turns to the consultant and asked 'what about pain management? Codeine is not sufficient anymore, she's not sleeping and he says quite rudely 'don't you think if there was a magic pill your daughter would've had it by now and anyway, you're under a different health board so I can't prescribe you anything anyway.' How I bit my tongue I don't know. 'Whens the MIR likely to be?' The answer? 'Not this side of Christmas.' Fucking great, seeing as I'm supposed to be an emergency case. Then it was a 'we'll contact you soon, bye bye now' and shown the door. ---------- Hydro later on. I saw my physioist and relayed this whole saga and was shocked that we were treated so badly. She's referring me again to the same hospital and a new consultant or a new hospital all together so I'll have to go through all this again soon. Also SHE'S referring me to pain management clinic, writing a report for school to okay hoisting and writing me a special considerations letter for exams all of which THE SPECIALIST SHOULD HAVE DONE. To top it all off I was only in the pool for 15 minutes as they'd over booked with kids. I spent more time being hoisted in and out than actually having therapy. Zippedy do frickin' da. (I didn't really mind because I was in pain but ya know it's the principal) Hopefully she'll ring tomorrow. We're also complaining about the consultant. So to be honest I've had enough. I just want some answers and soon