A few weeks ago I hit the two year anniversary of the big knee dislocation. Before that, my bendy joints were little more than an annoyance, and afterwards my knees consumed my life. In my head I used to separate my life into before and after:
- I went running with no fear
- dislocations were over pretty quickly, the few days of pain afterwards an inconvenience
- I jumped on trampolines to have fun
- Music festivals weren’t scary
- Walking from my bedroom to the bathroom was like climbing Mount Everest
- Every time my knee clicked, cracked or felt funny I jumped out of my wits.
- I could barely walk, let alone run.
Now in my head I have a new category; now. Now isn’t exactly like before the incident, but it’s way, way better than after. Now, I can walk down to town with no fear. Now, I exercise three times a week. Now, I’ve accepted that driving manual is just too much for my knee to cope with. Now, I NEVER run, like ever. Now, I understand why my joints were so painful. Now, I put self love before fear of missing out. Now, dislocations are a part of life.
I never, ever thought I’d say this, but I’m glad the big knee dislocation happened. Because of it, I got a diagnosis. I got through the hardest time in my life and came out the otherside. I got to meet and interact with other people with hypermobility. It changed my life in so many ways, and to be honest it shaped the person I am today.
So happy anniversary knee dislocation!
I’m going to set a goal. By this time next year, I want to have raised money for a EDS charity. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I’m going to do it–this invisible condition needs more support, and if I can help in a teeny tiny way, then YAY.