In the difficult moments of my life, specially my teenager years,   I got ridicucialy nevous when anybody mencione dor asked abot PC. I felt like hiding, how stupid is that?

   I wanted to be “normal” like the others, yes, I still believed in the existence of “normal”.  Now I know that theres no normal. What’s normal? It simply doesn’t exist. Everybody is diferent, that’s one of the things that makes life more interesting.

I even found myself waiting to meet young people with the same difficulties as mine, just to make sure I was.  There were so many people who supported me and yet I had these stupid ideas.  I was at the age of foolishness!

 Thoughts like “I only regret what I didn’t do” or “If I went back I would do everything the same way” are very good, but if I could go back to the time I was a teenager, and show that it’s ok to have a disability. Just be happy and appreciate things the way they were.