I remember being a moody preteen and exasperating my tennis instructor. He was convinced that I wasn’t trying. I was slow to react and sluggish on the court. I didn’t seem to be giving it my all. And, to be fair, he was right. I know I could have given…
Once, while I was walking down the hallway with my classmates, my high school Spanish teacher asked me if I had hurt my ankles. It may have been the first time he had watched me walk. He then proceeded to walk ahead of my group to demonstrate my…
A friend and I surprised each other recently. I casually mentioned that I have Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). And she revealed that I had never previously brought up the subject. We have been friends for almost 10 years. In college, we spent many late nights together working on articles for the…
I saw something about invisible disabilities the other day. To me, that means a chronic illness that has flare-ups or any type of disorder that you cannot really see. I have heard people say that Charcot-Marie-Tooth is an invisible disability. I have Charcot-Marie-Tooth type 1A, and…
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