What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post is by Kate.
I am this height due to a genetic disorder called Turner Syndrome. I took shots of growth hormone as a kid to help, but that did not get me too far.
1. I still struggle with the stares and questions sometimes that I know are coming from kids (even adults). Questions like “are you and adult?”(yes), “are you a little person?” (No. I even was asked this once by a guy I was talking to on an online dating website), or “how tall are you? ” (four feet and six inches tall).
2. It is my situation. This body, my condition called Turner Syndrome (which led to my height), infertility, and being single are a part of my life for better or worse. All of these points above have plagued me in every aspect of my life. I’m used to it but that doesn’t make it any easier.
3. Sometimes I am still very angry and question “why me” but then I feel bad questioning how I was made.
4. I wish so much sometimes that I could just blend into a crowd. Be “normal”. I feel bad by not always sucking it up and braving it with a smile on my face and a great sense of humor. But that’s not who I am, at least all the time. It’s all exhausting and frustrating still at age 26.
5. I had a fellow classmate in middle school ask me if I was a little person. I answered “no” but they followed that up with they’re freaked out by little people. It led me to wonder if I had said yes he would have been freaked out by me?
6. This has made my confidence take a hit. I have been called cute and beautiful a lot in my life. Nice compliments for sure, but when it comes to dating they don’t exactly help in the attraction department. It sure doesn’t make me feel hot on the dating market.
7. Having to constantly reach for things all the time is a pain in the a#*!
8. Some people like to pretend the height issue is not there. They act nervous if someone cracks a joke or stares. I can understand their behavior but I want them to know I really do not mind being asked questions about my condition or cracking a joke (chances are I’ve heard them all so you won’t surprise me). It’s okay. I understand. It’s a part of my life.
I want you to understand that most of the time it’s okay. I accept all of this and try to take it as it comes. It has gotten better as I have become older. It doesn’t mean I still don’t have my rough days.