My name is Elizabeth Skye Cooper. Well, most people just call me Lily. I am eighteen years old, and I have Cerebral Palsy. What exactly is Cerebral Palsy? According to Webster, it is a disability resulting from damage to the brain before, during, or shortly after birth and outwardly manifested by muscular incoordination and speech disturbances.
Blah, blah, blah. I hate stupid definitions.
I’ll tell you what I know of Cerebral Palsy. It sucks. I can’t move my body the way I want to move it. I’m mostly confined to my wheelchair because I can’t walk without assistance. I can’t even feed myself because my arm is not able to bring the damn food to my mouth because of my inability to coordinate my muscles. I know what I want my arm to do, but it won’t cooperate no matter how hard I try. Didn’t I tell you it sucks?
But I’ve lived with it for eighteen years. And nobody understands my body more than I do. None of those doctors, none of those therapists, not even my family. And through the years, I’ve learned to make the most of it. I can actually drive my wheelchair and talk with my communication device.
It hasn’t been easy. No, it hasn’t been easy.
My Perfect Imperfections by Jalpa Williby