I'm a Kid With Cerebral Palsy and This Is How I Feel


I am 9 years old and I have a blog. I write about many things on my blog, but the main thing is about some of the struggles I face with tight legs. I have CP, cerebral palsy. It’s true that it is not very severe, but I still struggle with it. I can talk and walk and move my arms, but I do have CP.

I don’t like talking to other kids about my legs, but I do get asked about them very often. Often, I feel alone. I feel like I’m the only kid with tight legs, but I know the truth – I’m not.

I go to physical therapy and wear leg braces and my legs are often sore. I usually focus on indoor activities, like reading and writing to keep my mind away from my struggles. I do participate in P.E. And when my friends ask me to run, I usually do it unless my legs are so tight that they are pulling.

I enjoy reading articles by kids or grown-ups who have cerebral palsy. I am the only one in my family who has CP, but my parents make sure I know they wouldn’t trade me for a kid without CP.

My family lets me vent about my legs whenever I feel the need. Whenever I cry about it, they hug me and kiss me and just let me cry. They get sad sometimes, too. Whenever that happens, I feel so lucky I have them to comfort me and help me through the challenges I face.

I’ll be the first one to admit it’s hard. It’s perfectly OK to cry about it for a little while. But then you gotta be strong and brave. Just get back up and keep trying. You have to try to get over that mountain towering above you. Try, and then you can do anything you want to do.

Don’t let anyone tell you that if you cry it means you’re a baby and not tough. Because you are still tough and brave and strong. The roller coaster of life goes up and down. So try, always try.

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