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1983 I was asked by my employers
at the time (the Post Office, I was a postman) to have a medical.
I was diagnosed with Cerebellar
Ataxia.
What! Never heard of it you may
say, well neither had I.
I was not
told
anything about the condition
told what the likely prognosis was going to be
told how best to cope with the condition
how to live with the condition
given any counselling
given the name of any organisation that could help
told if anyone else in the UK had the same condition
told nothing zilch
The only impression I was given
was that I would probably not see my 40th birthday.
Then I got lucky. My Auntie went
to the hairdressers, picked up a magazine and read all about
this 'medical condition.'
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