First things first, I am Ashley and I am 23 years old. Just looking at me, I am perfectly normal. I live in a small town that almost every weekend smells like poop because of the farming that the town is known for. I am a full time college student majoring in Criminal Justice and Psychology and after I graduate, I will be going into Pre-Law. Growing up, I roughed it like a tomboy; bare feet, drinking from the hose, mud caked to my jeans and playing war with my brother by hiding out in trees and tossing pine cones at him. But, deep down, I was far from normal....
We all have those stories that our parents tell about our birth. I am sure I am not the only one who has heard, "I never knew I could love someone so much till you were born." In my story though, after hearing the beautiful tale of my birth, (well beautiful to my parents, embarrassing to me) there is that "but".
Shortly after birth, the OB/GYN noticed a pop in my right hip, a partial dislocation in his words. Worried, a pediatrician was called in to assess the issue with my hip. Though concerned everyone was, the doctor was not and assured my parents that it was completely normal and there was nothing to worry about. If only they would have known that that pop could explain and gave awareness of a life time of problems, maybe things would be different.......
