Since my childhood I hear, „there is something wrong with you“. Or to put it another way, „the way you are, you’re not good enough“.
After years of searching for my defective design, I was diagnosed with FASD at the age of 15.
„You will never be able to live independently, you are disabled.“
On the one hand, relief to finally know what was wrong with me and why. On the other, a lifelong stamp and no path to recovery in sight.
On this blog I tell you about my story, how I deal with my problems and what challenges I have to overcome every day to survive.
I hope that I can reach enough people to educate them about FASD on the one hand and on the other hand to make them aware of certain problems and situations.
Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean that something doesn’t exist.