In normal daily life I am finding it quite easy to be happy with what I have got. There are days I am proud of what I look like… But sometimes it is so hard and it hurts so much and it so hard to understand why it is me. I wish I could just experience one single day as a normal teenager…. I found … Continue reading A young girl asks, why me?
I’m lucky not to have any memory of the immediate aftermath of my burning accident, nor the couple of years that followed when I lay in bed at the South Infirmary. The physical pain not alone from the burns, but also the operations that followed must have been excruciating. I can only guess. I’m just grateful I can’t remember. What I do remember are the … Continue reading Living with my pain
I’ve never found any solace in graveyards, even though my son and father are buried in different cemeteries and are just a short car trip away. I just never got anything from standing by the graveside thinking about their bodies lying just a few feet below. I know people who go to their child’s or husband’s grave every day, or a few times a week. … Continue reading Graveyards are not for me
Hard to believe there was a time when getting through the day seemed almost like a miracle. And yet it was. I dreaded doing things that others saw as normal – getting on a bus, walking through the streets of Cork, even going to work. I just hated the thought of people seeing me because I would feel their eyes scanning my face and reacting … Continue reading Praying for a miracle
Those of us with facial disfigurement have tended to feel sorry for ourselves. Some just never adapt to the face they have. I might have fallen into the same trap but I didn’t. Part of that was because I never wanted to remain alone for the rest of my life and realised that with a lot of effort I could succeed. Of course I made … Continue reading Stop feeling sorry and start living
I’m just back from a holiday in Sorrento, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. No, my reason for this blog is to say no one noticed my face. Weird? Eh, not really. I'll write a blog soon about the trip, but what surprised me was how I never noticed anyone staring at me in the week we were away – not at … Continue reading Stepping out of the shadow
I wrote in an earlier post http://wp.me/p4dqE8-8z about two appalling episodes that shocked my wife and shook, but ultimately didn’t bother me. I had the security then of a loving wife to fall back on, and I felt a lot better about myself at that time, which is probably why I was able to brush off those incidents. How differently would someone else have reacted, … Continue reading Turning the other cheek