SIDE NOTE: If you're reading this, can you leave me a comment please? I'm really interested to see who actually reads my depressingness.
OK, so I don't really know how to start this. Erm....
I really don't want my scoliosis to define me. I mean yes I wear a back brace, yes I can't bend over and yes I can't do PE, but no I'm not made of plastic, no I'm not just lazy when I ask you to pick up something and no I'm not just incapable of doing anything. And yes, I CAN'T SIT ON THE FLOOR!
Well I probably could, but you'd need a crane company on speed-dial to get me back up again. Plus I'd look like the world's biggest idiot! Have you seen how low this thing comes?!!!!
(I know this chapter doesn't make any sense. You'll just have to bear with me for now. :D)
The reason why this is called "Special" is because I can't sit on the floor and when somebody asked me why a couple of days ago, somebody else told them that "Emma's special."
I know they probably didn't mean it in a detrimental way, but... special? Unique would have been a more appropriate word. But I guess we are all special in our own ways, so... yeah.
For anyone who follows me on Instagram, you'll know that I post a lot about scoliosis. Mainly because I have nothing to post about other than my cat. And my cat is on photo-strike. Literally. But I want people to know that I'm not really going to be in the mood to tolerate any of their stupidity... not that it works...
That's it and that's all.
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A Scoliosis Journey
Non-FictionSince everyone seems to be doing diaries and blogs right now, I'm going to do one too. This is my attempt to raise awareness of my back condition. Also trying to make sense of it in my own mind!
