- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
My brother has cerebral palsy, not a terribly obvious case, in fact, unless he told you, you would honestly never know….he walks with a limp, although its not overt or distracting and that’s about it.
The fact is, this subtle limp was not so easily attained and my brother had endured over 7 surgeries before he was 10, and then two more…the scars on his legs are covered with hair and he never talks about high school, where he was picked on relentlessly for being on crutches, for having to sit out of gym….
I was always looking out for him then, his little sister, who stood a solid four inches taller, with a smart mouth and a nasty temper was ready and willing to knock any person so low to tease her brother on their asses with a few well placed words and a killer punch line at their expense….it worked, we graduated, we don’t talk about that anymore.
As adults, he goes above and beyond to show everyone he’s just like us, and he is….but he let a family friend tease him about the weight he’d gained and together, they go to Crossfit….
I just found out that my brother did not disclose all of his surgeries nor his physical limitiations to his instructors, at all….and they approached this family friend to try and find out why he was struggling so much with the work outs….the friend didn’t say anything….but I HATE this….I hate that he didn’t just tell them, for Christ sake, there’s a certified Crossfit Trainer with cerebral palsy, much more advanced than his and no one bats an eye at her….its nothing to be embarassed about or ashamed of, I boil at the idea of other people talking about him, even if they are just concerned….he’s different, I know that, trust me, he does too….people made sure he was painfully aware of it every day of his teenaged life….
I would imagine it boils down to one of two things….I say nothing, knowing that he’s putting everything those surgeons worked and slaved over, everything he hurt and healed for at risk to impress a couple of people in a gym and hope nothing happens until his second child is born and he’ll be too busy and tired to go…..or I tell him that I found out he felt like hiding that, and he should just pipe up so they can make the workout work for him…
Either way, I HATE it…I don’t like people watching him and weighing him, wondering what the deal is with him…HE is great! And most people would fill their pants with shit at the prospect of enduring the pain he has in his life, and he’s stronger than they’ll ever be…even if they can dead lift a truck tire or whatever they hell they do in there…..
I’m just upset, and I want to protect him, always, from the ugly feelings people can make him have for something that wasn’t his fault….but I can’t….this isn’t high school anymore.