The Joys of the Threenager

Everyone has heard the term “terrible two’s” to describe toddlers. New parents tend to dread that age because of this term and when it comes, it’s all, “Ok, this is challenging but I can handle it. I can do this!” But, then the child turns three.


With my kids, I felt like I was blindsided. My son is not a neurotypical child so each stage was a bit harder compared to other kids. When he was three I was convinced that no one in the world could possibly have it harder than I did. Then he finally turned four and actually started to calm down a tiny bit. The older he gets, the more easy going my son becomes. It’s still a struggle, but I started to think I was out of the woods on the hardest stage. I forgot one thing though.

It was my daughters turn to turn three. After surviving that stage with an autistic little boy, I figured my neurotypical little girl would be a breeze. At two, my princess was a strong, independent little thing. She loved everyone, loved being the center of attention and just oozed joy with every step she took. She stole hearts wherever we went and lived up to her nickname of Angel.

But now, move out of the way! Queen Elsa coming through! Half the time she is a dainty princess, and half the time she is a feisty superhero. She wrestles with her very sensitive and nonviolent brother(even gave him a black eye once. Check that one out.) She talks back to her daddy and I and doesn’t care about consequences. Nothing fazes her, and nothing scares her. She is loud, she is mighty, and she is driving me crazy! But the worst part… In public, she’s this perfect, sweet little thing. Every time I leave the house, people gush about how cute, how sweet, how polite she is. And I’m just standing there clenching my teeth, giving her the death stare as she bats her eyes at yet another admirer. I’m sure she finds it entertaining.


But one thing I think all sassy little threenagers have in common, is that once they’ve driven you to the edge and you are just about to jump into crazy town, they will turn you to mush. All of a sudden she will just yell, “Mommy!” and rush to me with arms outstretched, eager to give me big hugs, a kiss and sometimes even, “My mommy, I luv you so much.” When she can tell I’m upset, she will sit on my lap and give me hugs and kisses, grab my face and tell me she loves me. When the kids are fighting, they always apologize to each other and give hugs and kisses. It’s enough to melt the coldest of hearts.

Kids are the worst sometimes. But sometimes they’re also the best. It’s a damned good thing they’re cute.

What It’s Really Like Being A Student With Scoliosis, and How To Help


With another school year coming up so fast, I’ve been thinking back on my own school days. I had friends, got decent grades, never got in serious trouble. Despite that, my entire middle school/high school experience sucked. There were plenty of things that had nothing to do with the school itself, but there was one area where they failed me completely. They refused to acknowledge my scoliosis.

We can all remember that time of year that the students groan and moan about the scoliosis screening. While for everyone else it was nothing more than a nuisance, for me it was the most dreaded day of the year. Most kids didn’t fully understand what scoliosis really was, and didn’t care. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what it was. I lived it, I hated it, and on this one day, everyone knew it. That I had this condition that no one really understood, that seemed to be serious enough to make everyone go through the screenings for it. It almost felt like the whole school had to be punished because I had this unspeakable thing wrong with me. I felt like a total freak. I had to fight the nurse every single year because she didn’t care that I already knew I had the condition. She didn’t care that my mother had sent in a doctors note and called multiple times. And she definitely didn’t care that I hated her for it.

This was my x-ray from when I was diagnosed at 12 years old. This is the spine that my school nurses declared “normal”. Even after seeing this.



The rest of the year wasn’t much better. For the longest time I tried my hardest in gym. I tried to keep up the best I could, but no matter what I did, nothing was good enough. When testing came around, I couldn’t stretch right, I couldn’t run, I couldn’t do much of anything the way state standards told the teachers I should. And even though my gym teachers had been told about my condition, it didn’t seem to matter.

While a boy who was severely obese got good grades because he tried his best, I got marked down because I couldn’t keep up. My teachers, honestly trying to be supportive, pushed me to do my best, yet couldn’t understand that I already was. I didn’t have asthma, so when I couldn’t even finish the mile run before class ended, it was assumed that I wasn’t trying. They were wonderful people and I honestly believe they did their best, but I don’t think they had any idea about what I was going through. After years of explaining it and no one understanding, I had stopped talking about it.  Yet I held resentment towards the teachers because they couldn’t see past my appearance to understand that I had issues just as bad as his. Eventually I gave up, started “forgetting” to bring in my gym clothes, started pretending to be sick. When I got sick of excuses I just did what they thought I was doing already. I got lazy and lagged behind on purpose. Why bother.

For the rest of school it was the normal things you’d expect to be a problem. Backpacks caused a ton of pain, but no one really cared back then. I was often late to classes because I had three minutes to run from one class, to my locker, to the next class, and as I’ve already mentioned, I can’t run. But all the other kids were told they needed to carry all their books, so I had no excuse. Scoliosis be damned. Besides, when a kid complains about back pain, the most common response from adults was “They’re making it up,” Because apparently back pain is only for old people. Believe me, this has been an issue since I was four.

Endless times I tried pushing myself to do what I was told, to carry all my books with me. I wasn’t late for class, so my teachers were happy. But I’d come home crying in pain and my mom would get mad at me for being silly enough to carry so much. Either way I lost.

My favorite part, and one that has gotten a huge “YES OMG I HATE THAT” from the scoliosis community on social media, was picture day. I’ve been told to sit up straight so many times in my life, my eyes instantly roll when I hear it. Since my condition got progressively worse through every year, especially after puberty, every picture day was worse than the last. My final few years in high school, the photographer would physically shove me into an acceptable position for a photograph. And believe me, when a kid takes longer than usual just to have a simple picture taken, everyone notices. Check for one more reason to feel like a freak.

Going through middle school and high school can be tough for a healthy kid. Having to go through it with a disability, or a deformity if you wanna use the word doctors use, can make it hell if it isn’t acknowledged. And, I should add, this is only my story. I can’t even begin to fathom what others have gone through. I’ve spoken to women who got through school with no issues caused by their scoliosis, and women who told me that they’d have given anything to have a school experience like mine, because they went through much worse. After all, I could attempt to hide my back with baggy clothes, but the people who had to get through school with a brace, or in a wheelchair, didn’t have that luxury. I was more resentful towards the school because of their lack of care, but a lot of how I felt towards the rest of the students was partly due to issues with low self esteem and the beginnings of mental health issues. Which is also pretty common for people with such severe health problems.

All that was needed to make my school life better was understanding and the tiniest bit of care. Starting at the top. I don’t know if it was school regulations, lack of education or someone in the principals office brushing it off as no big deal, but I do know that it shouldn’t have taken much to fix. Like fully educating the teachers about what to expect if they get a student with scoliosis. Seems logical since they were required to do the screenings anyway.

But my school years are over and I pray that no one else’s kid ever goes through what I did. I’m so glad that some things have changed, even though many schools have eliminated the screenings altogether.

So, to the teachers, if you get a student with scoliosis this year, get to know them and what they need. Offer help in whatever way you can and try not to single them out to make them feel different. If they say they are in pain, believe them. Especially gym teachers, if they can’t seem to keep up, understand that they might not even fully understand why. And let them know they are strong for pushing through things that aren’t easy for them. And BTW, I couldn’t imagine doing your job. You guys are awesome.

To parents, be your kids advocate. Although regulations have changed and education about scoliosis should have gotten better over the years, each school is individual and if they have never had to deal with scoliosis before, they might need an extra push.

And to the student going back to school with a brand new diagnosis, you’ve got this. You may have a lot to face, but despite what I thought of myself as a kid, you are not a freak. If your peers make you feel awkward about your condition, remember you are going through something they aren’t and can’t understand. That doesn’t make you weird, that makes you strong. Own your body and don’t be afraid to speak up if you are being pushed too far, or if you aren’t getting what you need. Believe me, it’ll make your school life easier. And most importantly, you are awesome. Scoliosis may change us, but it does not define us. We are scoliosis strong. And you are going to rock this school year.


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