Processing therapy today. I figured out what I was trying to convey. See, when they started putting the braces on my feet, the doctors and the parents did not realize that they were dislocating my left hip in the process. I was in constant pain from the brace. Pain in both feet, especially at the ankles. And the hip pain which caused me to throw fits because no one could understand why I was so hurt.
It wasn't intentional. Hmmm. There was nothing wrong with my hips when I was born. The doctor basically created my hip dysplasia, hip falling out of place, because of the torsion on my lower legs.
All that time...hmmm...my parents thought I was this fitful, willful child making their lives miserable. And it really was something as simply as miscommunication. I couldn't tell them....where it hurt. I couldn't convey the degree of pain, either. They looked at me...exasperated and clueless. And I was vehemently trying to tell them.
Whoa.
Lots to think about
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