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thecpdiary

Sitting In My Truth

Reflecting on Discovering Cerebral Palsy at Forty-Six

I didn’t know that I had cerebral palsy until I was forty-six.

Most children grow up with at least a basic understanding of themselves. They learn who they are and the challenges they may face while they’re growing up, while they’re still young. For me, that understanding came decades later.

By the time I discovered the truth, I had already lived through decades of trying to understand why I was different and why certain things felt more difficult than they seemed to be for others.

For years I tried to make sense of challenges that never had explanations. I assumed my difficulties and shortcomings were something I needed to try harder to overcome and continued to blame myself when I couldn’t. IT IS the reason I threw away my school reports.

Walking toe-heel and having to wear a heel raise as a young child was something I never came to terms with. Having my father continually tell me to pick my foot up as he walked behind me was something else. Paralysis and the lack of muscle tone on my left side, and a foot drop I didn’t know I had, was something else. They were all my biggest bug bears.

When the truth finally surfaced, experiences that once felt confusing began to make more sense. But understanding doesn’t arrive all at once. It unfolds slowly, but it cannot change your experiences or what you have lived through.

But discovering I had cerebral palsy at forty-six wasn’t the end of the story. Instead, it became the beginning of a different and longer story, through reflection, learning and trying to understand how something that had been kept from me, went on to shape me, and my life.

Nearly 3 decades later and now in my sixties, I am still reflecting on how living without that knowledge has influenced me, my childhood, how I came to see myself, and how others still see me. None of it is comfortable reading.

Discovering something so fundamental about your identity in adulthood is challenging. It’s painful. It asks you to revisit memories and experiences with openness and honesty, no matter how hard they are to address. But in doing so, you end up with a new awareness, allowing you to see things as they should have been, no matter how difficult that is.

It’s freeing because you no longer have to carry what doesn’t belong to you. It’s not comfortable, and it became necessary.

No child should be left out or kept in the dark.

The truth can open the door to greater understanding and compassion, but it can also leave burning questions, anger, and a bitter taste. It’s no wonder I grew up with anger issues. It’s a lot for any child to deal with.

But learning about yourself is not something that only belongs to childhood. If it doesn’t happen then, it will have to continue throughout your life, because childhood experiences don’t simply go away – instead like me, you may find yourself having to learn about yourself until you find peace. Discovering truths about yourself later on can change how you see your past, and it can give you a clearer path forward.

After fifteen years of writing for The CP Diary, I realise that finding my voice has been a journey in itself. Sitting in my truth now feels less about being brave for a moment and more about allowing myself the space to be honest, even when that honesty feels uncomfortable. And it is.

Writing through reflection has taught me that stories matter, not because they are perfect, but because they are real. If sharing my truth helps even one person feel seen, understood, or less alone, then every word written over these years has been worth it.

About the Author

Ilana Estelle is an author and writer, and the founder of The CP Diary. Born with something she didn’t know she had, later learning it was cerebral palsy, and then ten years after — also being diagnosed with autism, she has turned personal adversity into a powerful platform for awareness, reflection, and change. Through her writing, Ilana inspires readers to explore resilience, mindfulness, and what it means to live authentically, no matter the challenges.

Looking for inspiration and honest reflection? Visit The CP Diary for daily insights. To explore Ilana’s books and resources, head to her author page and discover how her journey can support your own.

To check out her site please follow the link: https://www.thecpdiary.com

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veterinary-innovators
veterinary-innovators

Tips To Keep Your Pet Safe During Winter

Pets get cold, too, when the winter season comes. Long-haired pets have more protection from cold weather than short-haired pets. This means that short-haired pets are more sensitive to the cold than long-haired ones. However, without proper shelter, the latter is also subject to developing health conditions caused by the cold, like hypothermia and frostbite. These conditions are more prevalent among humans but can also happen among dogs. During winter, make sure that your dog is inside. If your dog has a separate house, ensure that his beddings are warm. Indoor dogs must also sleep in warm beddings, not on the floor.

Aside from health conditions, rodent poisoning is also common during winter. Mice move to different locations because of the cold weather. They find a warmer place to stay. Your dog can catch these mice during their move, and your dog can get poisoned. As early as possible, get rid of these mice using traps and humane procedures. If your dog has ingested one, contact your vet as soon as possible.

If your pet is showing signs of hypothermia, contact your veterinarian Anderson, IN immediately.

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saturnoestrela

como eu amo esse sorriso

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eloraunderthewillow
eloraunderthewillow

This is the first chapter/ teaser to my fanfiction!

I own pretty much nothing about this aside from my OC Lady Bug and her background. This is a rough draft and I don’t even know if it’s good, but thanks for your time.



Dust Bunnies (title work in progress)



In which a young girl enlists her two mysterious neighbors in killing the monster under her bed.


Or


In which two assassins become parents.



~~~ (Chapter 1)


The moon shone brightly in the night sky. A warm breeze washed over the city of Budapest, carrying small tuffs of dust. The particles clumped together as they flew through the balcony window into what appeared to be a young girl’s room. As new pieces became attached, the debris began to change shape. When fully assembled under the bed, the particles took the form of a rabbit, or should I say… bunny. 

In the covers above lay a child; she gazed up at the ceiling with wide eyes as she trembled in fear. Listening to the floorboards creak, she glanced around the room, her breathing shallow and quick. The girl shot up from her bed with a scream of terror.

Having heard their daughter’s screech, her parents appeared in her doorway. “There’s something under my bed,” she panted softly. Her mother stepped into her room with a tired expression, reaching for the light switch. “Don’t touch the floor,” the child warned shakily as the older woman hurried back a step. “It can’t get you if you don’t touch the floor.” 

The blonde woman’s demeanor softened as she lowered her body to the ground to check beneath the bed. As she suspected, she saw nothing outwardly concerning. Behind her stood her husband, who quietly placed his hands on his hips. She rose back to her feet. “There’s nothing under your bed.” Then, with a shrug added, “nothing but dust bunnies.”

The girl replied worriedly, clutching the covers closer, “I know. He’ll eat you.” 

The two adults gazed skeptically. “Go to sleep, Aurora,” her mother advised gently. 

With a faint “Goodnight, Aurora,” her father pulled the door closed until only an inch of a gap remained.

The hall light went off with a short click.

Scared of what lay hidden in the dark, the young girl gathered her blankets and escaped to the balcony, attempting to put distance between herself and the monster. Peeking back into the room, she watched the small creature hop out from under the bed and hastily leaned back out of the room. 

As she lay in silence, staring at the sky above, a flash of light flew by. It was a shooting star. Aurora shut her eyes tightly as she repeated the phrase “I wish, I wish, I wish.” When she opened her eyes once more, she saw a small lightning bug pass by. She sat up following its path as it descended into the alley below.

In the quiet of the night, two figures walked through the lane. One was an older man, taller than his counterpart, the other a woman humming a soft melody. Aurora examined them from above. The man was dressed casually; she noted his age because his tousled dark hair was riddled with specks of white and grey shone through. Aurora acknowledged that the woman was only a few inches shorter, but seemed many years younger due to her whimsical clothing and her windswept, blonde curls. As they reached the middle of the street, the firefly flew around them, catching the blonde’s attention for a quick moment. She glanced at it with a small smile, tapping the man on the shoulder and gesturing to the flying creature. He held a passive expression, addressing her with a nod, leading her forward before disappearing into the dark. 

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Aurora peeped into the apartment mail slots, one by one, as she followed the insect from the night before as it moved about the cubbies. When it stopped, she examined the apartment number. 5B.

 “Aurora,” her mother called.

“Yeah,” the girl answered.

“Get up here.” With that, Aurora turned away from the mailbox and made her way to the stairs beside the elevator. As she stepped onto the stairs, she heard the front door swing open and close. Leaning back, grasping the stair rail, she caught sight of the two individuals she had seen the night before. The man had a duffel bag in one hand and grasped the blonde’s hand with the other. Aurora watched as they stopped at the mailbox, and the woman unlocked it. She paid little mind as the insect soared out, merely reaching for the post within, before locking the compartment once more. The young girl jogged up the staircase as the man, who by the way was wearing a very interesting striped matching set, pressed the elevator button. As the two waited for the lift to come back down, the woman looked over the envelopes with a hum. The man glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, as if asking if it was anything important, to which his partner merely shook her head lightly.

Suddenly feeling a presence beside him, the man looked to the left of him to see that a young girl had approached to wait with them. Wondering what he was looking at, the blonde teetered to peer around him, also spotting the girl, while he tried to ignore her. She smiled at Aurora sweetly before standing upright once more. 

When the bell rang and the elevator doors opened, the two adults stepped into the lift, turning to face the child before them. As the doors began to shut, the brunette man thrust his arm in between, ensuring the young girl would be able to enter. The curly-haired woman maneuvered the small space, making room for Aurora, before gleaming at her partner, to which he only sheepishly looked away. The man reached for the level 5 button only to stop when he noticed the small girl had as well. The ride up was quiet as Aurora surveyed the adults beside her.

The group separated as they reached their stop, each walking to the very ends of the hall. The couple moved into their apartment in silence. Aurora’s mother greeted her as she entered on her own. “Come on.” Her mother ushered as Aurora took one last glimpse at the door across from her before shutting her own.

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“The decision not to build something is a decision, an important one! Document it accordingly.”

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“My hard line is that anything that expresses opinions or uses ‘I’ pronouns needs to have been written by me.”

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i still absolutely adore michael aftons sfm model im not even lying

HEISSO CUTE OHNT GOD. SCOOP HIM RIGHT NWO!!!!!!

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30th Book I Read in 2026

Title: In

Author: Will McPhail

Notes: Deeper than I expected. Very much enjoyed reading this.

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like struś w sand ☀️🦘

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HUGO WINDER-LIND - I Extend Out In All Directions, Boundless, Borderless, Equal, 2026

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