We went to visit another family. They have a boy with cerebral palsy, too.
He has a different form of cerebral palsy to me.
He is in a wheelchair, too. (I will be soon.)
He has a few words and is at school.
And, he's a bit cheeky... just like me.
While we were there, the mums chatted and chatted. Mum didn't have to worry about me drooling, or spitting. She knew it would not matter.
But, the thing that Mum keeps thinking about... that happened when we left.
The boy's dad came home. We were heading out to the car.
My friend's dad picked me up. Quickly. Smoothly. Easily.
He put me against his chest, with my head comfortable on his shoulder.
He carried me to the car... and, Mum waited.
He put me in my car seat... and, Mum waited.
He did my car seat up. And, he closed the car door.
And Mum... she was a bit surprised. He'd strapped me in. I was seated straight and well, not slumped over. The car door was closed. He hadn't asked for help.
I'm four and a half years old.
In that time, only Mum, Dad, my aunts and my grandparents have put me in the car, and not asked Mum or Dad to check me. Not many people have ever comfortably lifted me and carried me to the car.
And so, Mum was a bit surprised.
She was very happy about it, and she remembers it with a smile.
It was like, for a minute, I didn't have a disability.
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