Skip to main content

Audiology - an unexpected update

Why I love my son's disability



I recently read this quote by Sinéad Burke and it resonated with me so I wanted to share it here: "I was born disabled and I’m very proud to be disabled. My greatest challenge is that I live in a world that wasn’t designed for me."

I love Elis' disability and I'll tell you why. It's not just because it's my duty as his mother to lift him up - figuratively more than physically! With all my children I've believed strongly in letting them figure things out independently as babies and toddlers. I may guide and show support so they may learn better but ultimately I want them to succeed on their own. It is greatly spurred on by me wanting him to feel like Sinéad, I want him to be proud of who he is, and what his disability gives him that average height people miss out on. It's perhaps a different way of looking at it, but to me it is the only way.

When we got his diagnosis over a year and a half ago all I could do was worry about the health implications and the cruel people out there who may laugh and stare at him. As for the former, we knew from day one that all we could do was take things as they come. Elis blows us away with how well he's been doing (apart from regular ear infections, I feel more and more certain he has glue ear. Something we'll find out more about at his next audiology appointment in a few days), but I also know a big part of him continuing to do well is a life with various regular check ups to make sure things don't change. Thankfully the most risk filled year, the infant year, is behind us. His determination along with us following all recommendations with regards to care for his spine, in particular, have helped make sure he is thriving. That is not to say that there aren't parents out there following all the guidelines who still face many struggles with their little ones! There are so many bad things that could have, might still, happened to our son and I'm forever thankful for how well he's doing.

As for the latter... as my husband put it when I was pregnant: "There'll always be dickheads out there" and you know what it's true. I've mentioned it before, as a mother of daughters I have worries for them too. Not the same worries as for Elis, but basically motherhood curses you with constant worry. I can also turn that around in the sense that, I am sure there will be a lot he doesn't like about himself. unfortunately that is just human nature, and if I want him and the world to not look at him as different, I need to make sure he knows that we are all consumed by insecurities. Sadly some people more so than others, but insecurity doesn't discriminate is my point. Don't get me wrong, there's parts of his disability I wish I could unburden him from, like the pain and health risks. But I want him to know that pain is universal.

I don't want him to know that out of heartlessness, I want him to know that to make him strong. I want him to see that being "average height" wouldn't solve life for him, because I think that is important to know. It is easy to think "if only I were..." But Elis' biggest problem will be what Sinéad mentions, that he lives in a world that isn't built for him. Now I can't change global infrastructure but I can at least try to be vocal and change people's perceptions and understanding so that he hopefully grows up in a more inclusive society, and I can help teach him to be as adaptable as possible.

Believe me I will do everything in my power to continue spreading the new things I learn, but the most important battle, for me, is here at home. I can't let the worries and negative aspects about his condition get to me because then I am not able to guide him to loving himself. Of course I need to acknowledge what's tough for him, but mostly I need him to learn to see how amazing he is BECAUSE of his disability.

Those with achondroplasia generally have joint hypermobility, and while that causes you great amounts of pain (I know as I have it myself), it also means he can do some amazing things with his body that AH kids, even his age, can't do. I know it can be difficult to remember when you're in pain, but there is so much he can climb and get down from because his joints go every which way. He's also got crazy upper body strength, something I've gathered is common in achon people. He can pull himself up onto thing that look impossible in scale to him because not only is he strong on top, but he carries less weight below. Now this is perhaps not practical in every day use all the time, but it really is amazing what he can do that I'm sure he'd never achieve if he'd been AH. His low centre of gravity also helps his balance so much, he'll stand or walk along narrow ledges without ever so much as hinting at a wobble. 

It sucks that he'll have to deal with a world that isn't built to his scale, but it has to be amazing for his brain to figure out how to get around things. I hope, in time, the world will become ever more flexible. But in the meantime I will do my utmost to make sure he realises that a lot of what he has achieved thus far is thanks to his disability, that it is his super power, that he can get around the challenges the big world throws at him. A lot in life sucks and is tough for all of us, tall or small, it is our choice as to how we cope with life's challenges. It's a harsh truth but a truth nonetheless: as someone who easily struggles with the ups and downs of their own emotions  as well as physical pain I am not saying it is easy either, but my husband always says "it is what it is" and he's right. From there you choose your own path. Most of all I hope he feels like Sinéad Burke, that he loves his disability for what it is. We've met some amazing people so far thanks to being brought into his world. I won't always be able to relate to all his problems, but then I wouldn't have anyway because we are all different in different ways. He is a human, he is beautiful, and we will work on making sure he loves himself enough to not notice the dickheads in the world, just like I'll work on that with his older sisters. With all my children I will also work on how they can influence the less educated people in the world, whether it's people picking on Elis for his height or my daughters because of their gender.

This post was inspired by Sinéad Burke's quote, but also by this thing he likes to do right now which is climb onto his walker, sit on the top of it and rock his bum back and forth to make it move. Now I'm sure that were he AH the walker would topple over before he reached the summit. I considered keeping this post for October as it is "Dwarfism Awareness Month" BUT next Sunday I will be walking to the highest mountain in Scotland, Ben Nevis, to raise funds for the amazing Scottish region of the Dwarf Sports Association. A charity that has helped feed my positive outlook for his future and introduced us to some amazing people, people with dwarfism and average height people, who not only want to give the short stature community a even playing field when it comes to sports but who all strive to make our world more inclusive.

(If you're interested in donating there's still time to do so, just head over to my "Support my fundraiser" page on the blog). And remember, we've all got super powers - so be a little kind to yourself and remind yourself of what differences you have from others that make YOU unique and beautiful!


Comments

  1. What a great post :) Thank you so much for sharing.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you! It's a strange journey I feel like I've been on since finding out about his condition, I am just in awe of what I never knew about before! Much like getting good at spotting butterflies and the smaller parts of life, I feel like I was very blind when it came to other people's lives and their adversities, not just physical but mental too. It's a massive learning curve in so many ways and I hope he grows up cherishing the awesome things he can do that not everyone else can.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Why all the butterflies?

I feel like the blog deserves a wee post explaining the reason for it's name and our family's general obsession with butterflies. I blame it all on our firstborn as we weren't always so crazy about them (don't get me wrong, we've always loved them, but the kids have taken it to a whole other level!). While expecting our first my husband and I struggled with finding a name for our daughter that we could both agree on. It seemed like we never felt love for any of the names the other would suggest, there were names we hated, names we felt lukewarm about and names that we both did quite like but they just weren't "the one". When we had broken our pregnancy news a few months previous to a close family friend her first comment had been a cheeky remark about what a nice name she had. We had all just laughed it off though and not thought anything more of it. Fast forward back to our name discussions that were getting nowhere fast despite having known the...

Succulent Carrot Cake

The last few days I've been craving a slice of carrot cake because it's one of my favourite cakes. I used to hate it as a child, I think mostly because it had a vegetable in it to be perfectly honest. However, I have also tasted some pretty awful carrot cakes, often they're dry and sometimes full of nuts and dried fruit. Now I love nuts, but not a fan of them in cakes; I am however not keen on raisins or any other dried fruits so any cake with them puts me off. I turned to the internet to find inspiration for my homemade carrot cake. I took ideas from several different recipes, partially restricted by what ingredients I had at home as I had no intentions of going to the shop today. Pretty pleased with what I came up with as is the rest of the family!  Ingredients Cake batter 3 eggs 200 ml white sugar 100 ml brown sugar (if I hadn't had any in I would've used white instead for all of it but saw it recommended for more moist...

Toddler tantrum: Poo-gate

Some toddler tantrums are so bad I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than deal with them, but a lot of them are just laughable. To be fair they get worse as they get older so I will no doubt not find my son's outbursts as funny in a year's time. But right now his tantrums are delightful, especially compared to his older sisters' ones. This photo is from the other day when I shut a door and the world ended but it's not the reason for the post. This photo was just preferable to a photo of smudged shite, as today we had a "poo-gate" moment. I say "a" because we've had numerous with each child by now. I was dropping off the dirty dishes in the kitchen and had left the toddler (sans nappy as they were all just about to get into the bath) with the older two in front of the TV when I heard my eldest yelp. "MAMMA!!! Come quick! Elis is HOLDING POOOOO!!" I ran in, and he was indeed holding poop. To be fair it was nowher...