Sorry, this is a massive rant.
Just before I joined WrongPlanet, I found out that I had dyspraxia, which is fine, honestly.
The bit that isn't fine is that I was diagnosed when I was two! That's 22 years ago.
My sister didn't realise that I hadn't been told and she blurted it out in a conversation we were having about my disabilities. WHY DIDN'T MY MOTHER TELL ME?!?!
Ok, so fine, I wouldn't have been able to understand at two, but why not at 8 when I broke my nose slipping off my built in chest of drawers and wardrobe trying to reach my clothes in my wardrobe? (I was short, so I climbed) Or when I was 11, when I broke my wrist trying to catch the ball in softball? or when I was 14, when I broke my leg, tripping over when I got off a bus? or last year, at 23, when I broke my elbow, Ice Skating? She could have told me at any of those times, and all of the times when I had to get stitches or when I had unexplainable bruises but she DIDN'T!! ! She left it to my sister.
Why, Mum, Why? Why were you so afraid of me knowing about my diagnosis?