Both my parents are disabled, and I’ve grown up as it being a normal thing. It’s never really had an impact on my life because they’re just normal parents. My younger sister and I are not disabled in any way. My dad had spina bifida and my mum has cerebral palsy, so it was a bit of a shock to people when we were both fine. I suppose people were always sceptical whether my parents could be parents and didn’t think they would be able to bring up kids because they had to look after themselves more than the average person, but to me, they were the best parents I could ask for. It’s strange to talk about it because it’s such a normal thing.





When I was about two years old and my mum was pregnant with my sister, she was taking me back home and this woman followed her, telling her she is not fit to be a parent. I can’t imagine, as a mother, how that felt. You do your absolute best just to be told you shouldn’t bring up people. But I think that I’m all right and my sister is too. I can’t imagine what both of them went through before and after having us. I’ve never really thought about it from their perspective because it is so normal. I suppose my sister and I had to learn things earlier on that other kids didn’t until later on in life, not necessarily grow up quicker, just how to look after ourselves in case one of them was ill or couldn’t reach something at a height. I’m only 5’2 so I had to learn how to climb up safely. But again, to me, it doesn’t make sense why people have these preconceived ideas about disabled people and their ability or inability to do certain things.

"I’ve never really thought about it from their perspective"

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