Sharing the journey of 23-year-old Shazia Patel (name changed on request) who reminiscences her childhood and adulthood days coming to terms with her leg injury. While the injury took time to heal physically (not completely), it did take quite a toll on her to deal with it mentally. She has tendon tightness which is improper bone alignment to the heel caused by major deforming force of the foot and the ankle structures. So, while she can walk like everybody else, she has certain restrictions in terms of her mobility. She narrates her story of strength and empowerment to Her Circle.
I was a premature baby at birth and during the birthing procedure, some complications may have caused TA (Tendon Achilles) tightness, as per the doctors. As a child, when the time came for me to wear shoes, none of them would fit my right foot properly and that is when my parents found out that their daughter had this deformity for life.'
During school and college, it was undeniably one of the most challenging phases of my life. I found myself unable to grasp the full scope of what was happening to me. I was in a downward spiral both mentally and physically, using food as a way to cope with my emotions. I felt utterly lost and not equipped to deal with my emotions. Looking back, I realised I should have resumed therapy during this time, as I had become increasingly pessimistic and struggled with a lot of negativity. The concept of happiness seemed far-fetched to me; I was clueless and devoid of friends.
My physical condition, particularly my leg, posed additional challenges. It restricted me from being a part of most of the activities and this limitation contributed to my isolation, leaving me on the bench, distancing me from my friends. As an introvert, my instinct is to withdraw from situations first, a self-protective measure to shield myself from potential hurt. It’s almost like I sideline myself before anyone else has the chance to do it, a reflex developed over time. It was a defence mechanism I developed to shield myself from emotional pain. My mother was my greatest source of support throughout it all. It took some time and introspection for me to realise that my true friends would embrace and love me for who I am.
In my teenage years and even now, my mother always emphasised the importance of therapy, assuring me that seeking professional help is quite normal. She had been through the process and would advise that it’s easier to open up to someone unknown to you and not connected to your inner circle. They can offer you guidance without any judgement. It didn’t take much convincing for me as I knew that I’d probably meet this person a few times now and then and that she/he would see me from a different perspective, neutral to my situation.
Our initial meeting took place in a hotel room, where a comfortable sofa served as our conversational area. After being introduced, I found myself sharing everything about myself instantly, like word vomit. Each conversation brought a sense of relief, I was being guided and made to do exercises during my sessions with my therapist, this process did go on for a while until I knew and felt like I didn’t need it anymore.
Firstly, it’s important to understand that seeking help, whether it’s from a therapist, counsellor, or someone you trust, is a sign of strength, not weakness. It takes courage to acknowledge that you’re struggling and to reach out for support. Secondly, don’t be too hard on yourself. Life is difficult, and it’s okay to feel lost or overwhelmed at times. Additionally, don’t compare yourself to others. Each person’s journey is unique, and what works for one person may not work for another. Healing and personal growth don’t happen overnight. Take small steps towards improvement, and celebrate your progress. Every step forward is a win!