Itās interesting to find a blog like this because I have never met another person born with a cleft lip/palate. Itās crazy to think this condition affects 1 in every 700 babies that are born, but after 24 years and living in 2 different states I have still never met another person like me. I have just been thinking a lot lately and I want to help. I want to not only help, but be realistic and to help people who have to go through or have already went through what I have.
The struggle to get here where I am is no joke. I still look in the mirror every other day and see all these imperfections I just wish I had the money to fix right now. After all that I have been through (about 10 surgeries) itās obsurd to feel like it isnāt enough. Mainstream media, fitness people, actors, models, ect. already put enough pressure on normal people to have to do all these things to look like them. That is no problem though⦠Anyone can work out, change a hairstyle, or a clothing style and easily be accepted. How does one go about changing something that is impossible to change without surgery? No matter what I do to my body, I can never change the face I was born with. A face isnāt even the problem. What gets worse is that bone structure becomes the problem. The only way to satisfy my wants are through plastic surgery by breaking bones and aligning them correctly, shaving down bones that are too big, and/or facial injections/fat removal to even out the geometry of my facial structure.
The craziest part about having to go through this is that my whole life I had never shed a single tear until I was about 18. I was such a trooper. I was 11 years old in 6th grade and I remember just thinking I canāt wait until Iām 21 because I knew it would take around 10 years for me to be somewhat satisfied with how I look. It was the future alone that got me where I am. Looking forward in excitement to when I would be able to love myself and how I looked became my willpower. But now here I am 13 years later and itās still not enough. I have been told by family my entire life that I was the strongest person they had ever known because I went through 8+ surgeries, I never cried once, never complained, I was always really quiet and reserved and just knew what had to get done. Even the pain wasnāt enough to get me crying.
When I was about 18 I realized the type of person I was emotionally. Iām what is called an Introvert. For those of you who donāt know what it is, an introvert is someone who doesnāt need anyone to be happy. I can be alone and in my own head and always find a way to entertain myself or indulge myself in a little happiness. Because I am so introverted I went 15 years of bottling up feelings and never shedding a tear about how I was born. I always knew I was being looked at weird, made fun of, shamed, and I felt that I would never get a girlfriend. Even when I got my first girlfriend I was so used to bottling up my feelings that I have never told her about my birth defect until after we broke up. Even today I donāt tell people about it unless they ask me and Iām really shy and try to be secretive about it. I donāt know why, but Iām almost embarrassed of my past.
Here is how I want to help people: My whole life everyone had always been so positive and treated me special. I donāt want to be special and I never did. I never wanted to be looked at. I always wanted to be the cool kid in the back of the classroom that nobody looks at because he has no problems. Looking back at it, I almost feel insulted many times by people trying to treat me special. I just wanted to be a nobody that was so normal that people wouldnāt look at me. Many of you may not have been born like me but have kids that are. Trust me when I say this, but your kid might go through similar thought patterns as I did. The thing is too that I never once told my parents any of this stuff. They think I have always been happy and never depressed. They have no clue that at one point I wished I were dead because I was just a master at hiding my feelings. I always wanted to come off as really happy and funny to everyone so they would hold off casting judgment. I always had negative thoughts about my situation, but denied the negativity my whole life until I was 18 and my adult brain could no longer live the lie I charaded in my brain.
If you have a child born with this condition, treat them the exact same as you would treat a child without the condition. I didnāt want to be special. I was insulted by everyone looking down on me and felt pathetic. Because everyone used positivity to push me forward I became an introvert and hid away all my feelings from everyone.
Here is a perfect analogy. Letās say for example there is 1 normal person and 1 autistic person. Do you think the autistic person would be offended if the normal person talked to the autistic person with an autistic accent? Or do you think that the autistic person just wants to be talked to in a normal voice? Singling someone out and acting like they are special is wrong. It seems like the right thing to do from a parentās standpoint but trust me it isnāt. If you want your cleft lip/palate baby to live a normal life then treat them like a normal kid. Donāt make them out to be the special one because they just want to be normal and not special.
Sorry for the huge wall of text but this is some serious stuff right here. These are my secrets. This is my curse. Because iām hiding behind a phone screen, I have the courage to say or do anything, but trust me these are hard things to admit. I just want someone to know that this perspective exists and I guarantee I canāt be the only one who has gone through these thought patterns. I didnāt post this to get a pity party either, I just want to help and I know other people like me have thought this same stuff before.
Iām not sure how Tumblr works, but if anyone has any questions or anything for me please send me an email at [email protected]. If anyone is going through depression or is in a constant battle with their own mind and their own happiness, please reach out to me I would just love to reassure others and do my best to help them out. Trust me no matter how bad I think I look, there will always be someone out there who looks past a little scar or a crooked nose and sees the beauty not just on the inside but on the outside too.