cerebral palsy
cerebral palsy

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

A Genius for Loving

A Genius for Loving(1)

I grew up knowing I was different, and I hated it. I was born with a cleft palate, and when I started to go to school, my classmates-who were constantly teasing-made it clear to me how I must look to others; a little girl with a misshapen lip, crooked nose lopsided teeth, and hollow and somewhat garbled speech. I couldn’t even blow up a balloon without holding my nose, and when I bent to drink from a fountain, the water spilled out of my nose.

When schoolmates asked, “What happen to your lip?” I’d tell them that I’d fallen as a baby and cut it on a piece of glass. Somehow it seemed more acceptable to have suffered an accident than to have been born different. By the age of seven, I was convinced that no one outside my own family could ever love me. Or even like me.

to be continue...


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