By NERIDA LUCAS
I’m stubborn, hard-headed, often quick tempered, assertive and pushy, not in a cut-in-line way, but pushy none the less.
I’m awkward, have foot-in-mouth disease and tend to talk over the top of people, but only because I’m easily excited.
I rub people up the wrong way and consistently give the wrong unflattering first impression. In the words of the famous rock star P!nk, I like to believe that: “I’m not a bitch, I’m just misunderstood”.
Many would argue the list is endless, but these are the one’s I am willing to openly acknowledge.
And these flaws saved my child’s life.
To my astonishment and utter surprise my character flaws have become my saving grace.
For the past five years I have lamented to specialists repeatedly that there was something wrong with my son. He didn’t behave the same as the other children with Down Syndrome around him. I was ignored every time.
Then 18 months ago he started losing his concentration and the use of the left side of his body. After seeing specialists and getting a rare diagnosis and a prognosis of ‘nothing can be done’ I felt increasingly uneasy that I had no control (yet another character flaw).