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Grr Period

Men look away – you hate this stuff. I remember when I had my first period. I was really excited. I was a woman! I was excited for about five minutes, ’till I realised that it was a painful, cramping experience that would be with me for a decent chunk of my existence … if it did not kill me before then.

For the rest of the day, every friend who was unfortunate enough to phone my house heard the news from my mother. That is what happens when you are the only daughter. She, for some bizarre reason, was proud. I found the whole ‘womanhood’ experience annoying and severely overrated. I’ve thought so ever since.

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30

Okay, I just turned thirty. I’m really a grown up. Five years over what is officially considered ‘youth’. One of my favourite ten year olds informed me that I was ‘three times his age’ as he was teaching me how to use my new laptop … That whole sentence proves that I am approaching senility, doesn’t it?

I’m thinking that when you get past twenty four, it’s just your outsides that age. Your insides are still enjoying the party. I have a new appreciation for plastic surgery, as well as a possessiveness of my own teeth.

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Starting Uni

It’s that time of year again. The big kids are getting their ‘passes’ into ‘big school’ and starting out on their chosen paths in the hope that they will one day take over the world. Been there, done that. Here’s how it went …

I still remember receiving my acceptance in the mail. I knew from my UAI that I stood a good chance of getting in, but I still had that moment of, ‘Oh really? They‘re taking me?’

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When I was Young

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.

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