Something strange happened on the plane. As we boarded, an older woman asked me to put her suitcase up in the overhead bin. I did, no problem.
For most of my life, I couldn’t do this. (I have moderate cerebral palsy, and lifting heavy things was never something easy.)
For most of my life, I couldn’t do this. (I have moderate cerebral palsy, and lifting heavy things was never something easy.)
In fact, as recently as when I was in college, I would have to people for help putting my own suitcase up in the bin.
But since graduating in May ‘17, I’ve put hundreds of hours into stretching, cycling, and generally becoming stronger.
But since graduating in May ‘17, I’ve put hundreds of hours into stretching, cycling, and generally becoming stronger.
No new treatment, no medical advance — just me committing to zero excuses and finding a way to exercise 3x a week, same as is prescribed for most everyone.
And as a result, I’m... the least disabled I’ve ever been? I live independently and can put suitcases in the overhead bin. Little victories.
(When I was around ~2 years old, a doctor told my mother that my CT scan indicated "not much active brain" and that she should "go home and mind [her] other children." I think about that doctor at least once a day.)
