I met O today, a 10-year-old disabled and deaf boy suffering from severe dystonia, amongst other things. As he sat contorted in his wheelchair, I looked into his eyes, smiled deeply and stroked the brown, sweaty curls off his forehead. Eyes alight, his lips curled into what seemed to be a smile in return.
"Every day is a struggle for him," his support worker said.
I will not even compare our lives. All I know is we are both trapped in minds and bodies we do not understand.