It’s just dawned on me, I’m getting old. In fact there are two generations below me that are already out of nappies … and I’m more than old enough to be both married and a mother. As I type, I am having visions of an old oak tree, creaking as it falls over and dies.
I’ve just read another person’s blog post; she is about ten years younger than me and also has cerebral palsy. Her post was about her school experiences. Not only did it make me realise that I’m on my way over the hill, it made me think about how the experience of living with cerebral palsy differs according to your generation.

Freya