…since I’ve written a blog post here!

2015 has not been a dwarf year for me, or maybe it has and I’ve not had the energy to write about the experiences I’ve had. 

It’s been a strange year. Challenging on many levels, rewarding too. Realised my own strength, started to own my own story. As a person with dwarfism/disability I don’t think I’d realised how much of other peoples’ assumptions, attitudes and (non) expectations I had absorbed over the years. The process of starting to own ones own agency has been painful, ultimately rewarding.

Has anyone else with dwarfism experienced something similar where those nearest and dearest struggle when you start to come into your own? That you no longer fit the narrative they have for you? How did you deal with this?