By Cristina Kline
“Cyclopes, one-eyed monster, Hunchback of Notre Dame!”
These are a few names I would hear throughout my school-age years. Kids can be mean, but being a kid myself at that time I didn’t understand. I played it tough. I pretended it didn’t bother me. I was strong. Those were just words but you know what? Words hurt. I’d cry in secret when nobody was watching. I wouldn’t tell my friends or family what I was going through and how it affected me. I had to be strong for them. I knew if I told my family they would suffer too. So, I kept it to myself. I kept it to myself for many years.
I was diagnosed with Neurofibromatosis Type 1 (NF1) when I was two years old. I am now 31 years old.More >