Forever a small fish in a big pond

Monday, 31 December 2018

2018. A year in the life....

2018... what a whirlwind! Some of the lowest lows but also the highest highs. This year has been jam packed with changes and challenges.. smiles and tears with some pain, but above all it's been packed with the most amazing memories.

From travelling around Belgium with university... celebrating another positively unique year with Little People UK.. dancing the carnival procession dressed as a pirate... producing a show!!! Two dance competitions, my first solo holiday, I hosted my first ever dwarfism social and spent my first Christmas away from home.. I achieved a first at university! Finished my first year and am now almost half way through my second. I started my third year as a Youth Worker, and my second as a Nursery Practitioner, I've laughed a lot! But have also shed tears as my body took me on an emotional roller coaster. It's fair to say that this year has definitely taught me a lot. But above everything it's taught me that whatever life throws at you, whatever challenges you face.... nothing is impossible, not even producing a show! 

It's a big and sometimes scary world out there.... but I share mine with the best people! And with all the tears and worries that this year has shown... I wouldn't have changed it for the world. 2018. You've been life changing. Now 2019... what have you got in store?😍😍

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

MY FIRST SOCIAL- New friends, New memories

Growing up, I didn't have any contact or interaction with other little people, being born into an average height family, it wasn't until the age of 10 that I really started to realise that actually there were other people like me. Then at the age of 13 my world was transformed when our life with Little People UK began. Ever since we joined LPUK, I knew that I wanted to help to bring people together. My family did a fab job in bringing me up, and I wouldn't say my childhood was hard, however It would've been a dam lot easier if I had known someone else like me. It doesn't matter how many people you have around you, sometimes when you're different, it's lonely. It's also scary.

As a child approaching my teenage years, I'd come home from school, lock myself in my room and sob. It felt as if no one understood, how could they. I was small. They weren't. So when we found support in Little People UK, I knew that one day I wanted to give back, and bring the same joy that I had been given, to other people like me.

Being a full time, working university student, means that weekends are usually spent under a textbook or behind a coffee bar trying to pay off student loans! However as Christmas approached us, in my mind there was no better time than to bring people together. As a child I loved spending Christmas weekends in Cribs Causeway, the magic of the environment, the activities, music, food and not to mention the endless shopping, I have so many memories, so what a perfect place to create some more!

But it was all very well, organising a day out.... I knew I could do that, no question. The biggest question, was would anyone come? To my relief they did.

I am so grateful to all the families that made the journey to join me and my family in Bristol for the day. I was amazed with how far some had travelled just to be a part of our day. It was so wonderful to spend time with friends before the Christmas holiday, but even more so to meet so many new friends who I hope now feel a part of our extended family.

Surreal probably doesn't even come close. 7 years ago, I was introduced into the little people community, and on this day I was the one to do that for someone else. When I sit back and think about it, it feels almost as if I now life a different life to the one I knew then. Gone are the days I lock myself in my room, gone are the attempts to bunk school, gone are the days I look in the mirror with pure dread and shame. 

Instead, I'm proud. Proud to be part of such a wonderful community, and even prouder to be able to share this community with so many other people. Being able to meet so many people, hear their experiences whilst sharing my own, was a feeling I will treasure for a long long time. 

Living with Dwarfism isn't easy. But It's made easier when you get to share it with the most beautiful people. I was truly overwhelmed with the love and joy we got to share on this day.... Hearing so many inspiring and positive stories, whilst also making them too. This fantastic group of people are made of tough stuff! And I am so excited I can now witness what the future holds for us all!❤️

ARE YOU AFFECTED BY DWARFISM? DO YOU WANT TO MEET NEW PEOPLE? DO YOU WANT US TO COME AND EXPLORE WHERE YOU LIVE? I would love to hear from you! Visit my new "Life Being Little Socials" page on my blog, and you can contact me with any enquires. 

Sunday, 11 November 2018


Cakes, musicals and a load of secrets.... This was so much fun to film! This filming malarkey for me has been at times struggle, but I am determined to overcome it so I decided to bring you all along on what was a very exciting (and emotional!) few days.

Anyone who knows me, knows that dance is my biggest passion and love in life... It's where I feel most happy, most safe and above everything it's where I feel most myself. I love the journey dance has taken me on, the confidence I've gained, the opportunities I've had but above everything I love the people I get to share it with.

It goes without saying, our dance teacher is one in a million... The most selfless person I know who has done so much for me in helping me gain back the confidence and the passion that today's society took away from me. When I first met Anne-Marie, I remember thinking that she was the first person I felt had ever saw me for me. She didn't see someone with dwarfism, but instead someone who dreamed of dancing again. This week I got to repay her for making my dream come true.

This is so different to my other videos and posts, but for me is what real awareness is all about. Showing you that actually I'm no different to you. I have hopes, dreams, fears just like you... I have passions I have challenges.... And I have the best friends who I get to share it all with.

So here you go, two friends, embarking on crazy adventures talking rubbish, making a fool out of themselves and having the best time... All whilst surprising someone very special in our world❤️


Friday, 19 October 2018

England. You've got some catching up to do

My biggest fear of travelling abroad, was not the airport madness, or the fear of getting lost, the unknown language or their weird and wacky foods, none of that really crossed my mind.... I knew I could handle Greece, but I didn't quite know how Greece could handle me.

When you have a disability, or a physical difference walking into a new culture is often daunting, and at times can be risky. For countries with historic cultures, often people who are different can be seen to be something they aren't, for example some people see little people as a lucky charm (don't get your hopes up guys, I've tried it, it doesn't work!😉) Coming away with that fear was huge... dealing with conflict surrounded by my home comforts is one thing, but the risk of doing so 1600 miles from home.... I didn't know if I could. 

But I can honestly say I am blown away. Sidari you've been so lovely. More than lovely. Today marks 5 days we've spent out here.... and I can say I've not had 1 negative encounter. Not 1. 5 days!! 5 whole days!! From reaching things off high shelves, to carrying my food back to the table, helping with suitcases, helping in public transport.... to just a simple smile. Sidari, you've won my heart. But as happy as life may feel right now... there's an element that's bittersweet.

 1600 miles. That's how far I had to travel in order to get a week, a week where no one stares. A week where no one shouts names. 1600 miles just to feel accepted. The name calling, the stares... I'm used to it. It's part of life and I know it always will be. But the last five days have been a taster, a taste to what life would be like if society was just a little more kind. It breaks my heart, and behind closed doors it tears my confidence in two because I know for a fact society doesn't accept me. Society doesn't accept difference. It fears it, more than I even feared coming here. But it doesn't have to be that way. One kind word. One kind gesture. That's all it takes, and if you can't say something kind.... Well then don't say anything at all.

 It's 2018. Stigmas. Stereotypes. F*** them. Get over it.... Sidari has.... England, we got some catching up to do❤️


Sunday, 29 July 2018

5 tips for a Parent of a curious child

You're out and about and your child notices someone who looks a little different- Maybe they're in a wheelchair, maybe they're missing a limb.. Maybe they're really small... or tall, whatever it is, it's understandable for a child of any age to be curious. Even as adults we may be curious too, but for children, the curiosity is much bigger- and it's how we respond to this curiosity that will shape the people they become.  You may not know all the answers to the questions they ask, and that's ok, you're not expected to know why I am short, or why someone else may look different but even without knowing the finer details, you can still make sure that your child see's our differences as a positive thing.....

Here are 5 of my top tips for parents of curious children.

1. A good thing to include in your responses is "Everyone is different" Make sure that they know that EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT, not just the person they are questioning about. This could be size, hair colour, eye colour... Anything. Teach them about even the smallest of differences, this will help them to process the bigger ones.

2. Be Specific! "She has Dwarfism" This is easier with an older child, but sometimes it's ok to use words they don't understand, it will most likely spark new questions but it will only help them grow and develop more. Don't try and sugar coat or tip toe round any disabilities, embrace them. This will encourage your child to do the same.

3. Make it relatable! This can sometimes be difficult but I think it's definitely something to do where possible, for me Snow white and the seven dwarfs is a key thing that comes up when talking to children. Ok maybe it's not the most realistic comparison, I unfortunately don't live with a princess! However for younger children this is something that they understand- luckily in today's world there is plenty of fictional characters out there that do embrace differences so be sure to use them, maybe watch a TV programme with them in when you get home. Don't leave it there. Don't answer the question and assume your child has stopped thinking about it, they wouldn't of, so doing things like reading stories or watching TV programmes which include these sorts of characteristics in is a massive part of their understanding and helping to process things in their way. It also doesn't have to be a fictional character, maybe your next door neighbour is in a wheelchair, or your cousin is also a little person? Make these links, help the child to understand it's not just one person affected by this condition.

4. ASK US! It's ok to not know the answers.... I don't expect anyone to be a dwarfism specialist! After almost 20 years I am barely one myself, It's ok to now know the answers, but we do! I've had many parents approach me, often embarrassed that they don't know how to answer their child's questions but that's ok. But what isn't ok is ignoring the question. Never brush them off- if you don't know the answer- ask someone who does..... US. You could even.... LET YOUR CHILD ASK US! You may think we mind. We don't. You might be scared that we'll judge you. We won't. You may be scared of upsetting us..... But think of it this way, you pulling your child aware ignoring their questions, allowing them to believe that actually we aren't someone they should associate with... this is what will upset us. You're more than likely afraid of what your child might say, but I can guarantee speaking from a personal view, there is nothing I haven't heard before. Let us help you. Because by answering questions.... You're helping us.

5. Finally remind yourself IT'S OK! Having a curious child is ok, they're children. It's only natural that they want to investigate the unknown and often in the case of differences and disabilities, that is done in the form of staring, pointing... sometimes maybe even laughing...and it's ok. None of these things define you as a parent. However how you respond does. It's ok for your child to ask questions, however it is not ok for you to decline them of a response. It's ok if your child stares, however it's not ok to punish them for doing so. It's ok if I hear your child talking about me.... Providing that is that you respond to them.... not by pulling them away, not by telling them to be quiet.... But by telling them the truth. That everyone is different. And different is ok.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Follow your dream- International Dance Day💛

Two years ago I would've never have had the courage to perform. The thought of putting myself out there filled me with dread. However, now there's nothing in the world I love more....and that's thanks to the people who stand beside me for believing in me so much so that I started to believe in myself.

Dance and dwarfism doesn't always see eye to eye, some days it hurts. A lot. And some days I struggle to keep up... But still... I keep going and it is not my body that pulls me through but instead.. my passion and adrenaline. And despite knowing I am not the best... I know I am doing my best.

For so long I used to be afraid to step out there... to have all eyes looking at me because in the past, never once has that been a positive experience. I let the words and opinions of others hold me back. But those who stare, those who laugh.... they'll have 2 minutes of my life then will be gone, never to be seen again... but the confidence, motive and purpose that comes from when I dance.... that will stay with me for a lifetime.

To anyone who has a dream. A passion... that isn't being fulfilled due to the opinion of others. The fear of looking different. The worry that you'll never be good enough... be brave... take the leap of faith... be bold enough to step out there... because I did. And my life will never be the same again. 


Saturday, 31 March 2018

Finding out I wasn't alone...

Up until I was 13 years old I was the only little person in my world, I was born to average height parents and was the first one in my family to develop the condition, so yeah, it was just me. I was the only one. By the age of 6 all my friends began to tower over me. I remember coming home and asking the question, the question my mum had been dreading- Why?

It was hard to understand at first but as I got older my understanding grew but my ability to deal with it didn't. I was very lucky to have such amazing friends throughout my school years, who stuck by me through some of my toughest times- and honestly I don't know where I'd be without them, but after I started secondary school the reality of being the small one soon kicked it, and it was becoming harder to deal as each week passed. I had so many questions, hormones had hit and I was starting to question my future. Getting a job, learning to drive, going to college, starting a family... all the things that every teenage girl dreams of- I didn't know if these things would even be possible for me.

When I hit 13, I began to stop talking about these things, or about my feelings, or about well anything... I wasn't sure that any one really understood, It was hard, when so many people are trying to help you and trying to tell you what they think you wanna hear but really all that's going through your mind is "you'll never know""you'll never know what it's like" and I was right they wouldn't. I had so many people around me who loved and adored me and had only my best interests at heart- but still when they told me it would be ok, they couldn't be sure.

Turning up to my first Little People UK meeting, I remember walking in (after sat in the car crying for half an hour, filled with doubt, fear and anxiety) seeing other little people, it was a feeling I will never be able to put into words... As the weekend went on, I slowly started to talk to other people like me, people of similar ages, people older, younger, people from all walks of life... who all knew what it was like to be me. I met women who had gone onto become Mothers, I met teenagers who like me were meeting other little people for the first time, I met people who could drive, people who were studying in some of the top colleges in the country.... It was then I realised I wasn't the only one. And that in fact all those things I dreamt of, all those things my friends aspired to be... They were all possible for me to.

Six years down the line and I'm lucky to still be surrounded by amazing friends, both small and tall... and I love them equally. Some people often think that the friendships I hold with those who share my condition are stronger than those I hold with those who don't- this isn't the case. Some of the most special people in my world are over double my height, but yes, my little family will always hold a special piece of my heart. Because on the days where it all gets too much, and you're crying because you can't reach a light switch for example or because no dress in the shop seems to fit- sometimes you need someone who can say, i know how you feel. Sometimes when you're sat in the medical room listening to some stranger throw a load of long words at you, most of which you have to google, you need someone who can say it's going to get better.... When you're doubting how the hell you are supposed to grow up in a world that's not built for you and you feel like the simplest of tasks are almost impossible... you just need someone who can say i got through it, and so will you.

You aren't the only one.


Dwarfism- THE FACTS

If you can spare 1 minute today please use it to watch this video, then if you can spare another minute use it to share it with your friends and help spread Dwarfism awareness #EducationIsEverything

#E💜  xxxs

Friday, 2 March 2018

Dear Dwarfism... a letter to my condition

Dear Dwarfism.... 

You test me everyday. You reduce me to tears, fill me with anger, make me weak, make me tired...It's not fair you know... how hard you make somethings. Even the simplest of things. Why is it all my friends do things with such ease... yet you burden me with such struggle and pain. Why me? Why not them?

I know, I know it would be easier... easier if I took things slower, if I didn't challenge myself to have the lifestyle that I do. If I took a step back and listened to everyone who tells me i'm incapable... if I listened to the advice of doctors who have told me I can't live a normal life. 

But why. Why should I? Because I was given a body I didn't ask for?....What life gave me was out of my control, but what I do with it won't be. 

Dwarfism, at times I've struggled to accept you. I've felt bitter in coping with the challenges you've thrown at me... but I'm ready now. To start again. To get back up and finish what I started. So come on, give it all you've got.......push me... I'll push harder. Break me.... I'll build myself to be stronger... throw me into the storm and I'll learn to dance in the rain.

You will forever be a part of me... but you will never define me.



Thursday, 15 February 2018

I was a little girl in a very big city!

One promise I made to myself when I first started University was that I would take every opportunity I was given. Considering the journey, I have taken to get to this point- I want to embrace it. However, when an opportunity arose to travel 350 miles across the world and experience life in Belgium for a week, I was tempted to break my promise. 4 months into Uni life, I was still faced with the weekly battle of commute, the travelling still hurt, the train journeys still daunted me, life away from home even for a couple of days a week still filled me with anxiety- so how on earth was I to prepare myself for such a trip.

In the weeks leading up to our departure, my doubt grew more each day, as did my jealousy of my fellow classmates, to them it was a free holiday, a chance to explore and discover the world, a trip of a lifetime... I wished for it to be that for me to, I wished that the nights it kept me awake was due to excitement not fear, I wished that the conversations had about it filled me with joy, not dread. I wished that for once I could just do and be like everyone else. As they planned their trip I heard them talk about the things they wanted to see, what they wanted to buy... They had so many questions, like where's the nearest bar? What's the food like? My questions however, were a little different...

Where are we staying- Can I access our hostel facilities independently? Can I reach the beds? The showers? Door handles? Light switches?
How far are we walking-Will I be able to manage the distance each day? How high are the pavements? Are they flat? Are there stairs? Will I be able to keep up walking with the rest of the group?
What is the culture like? Has Belgium people ever seen dwarfism before?

That's it. I'm not going. I had decided. It wasn't worth the hassle- and besides no one would want to be burdened with me. Now don't get me wrong, my classmates, my tutors, they're lovely and have accepted me unconditionally since day one, however, they had yet to see me outside of student life, they had yet to see just what life with a little person entails, so far, they had only seen the strong me, the confident me, the me that didn't let life get in her way... I finally had a network around me where no one had belittled me, no one pointed the finger, no one saw me as anything other than just myself. After 12 years in education, never quite fully accepted, I finally had it. And I was going to let nothing take that away-So no, I'm not going.

But by this point... it was a little too late... we were well on our way.... 350 miles away from home.... 350 miles away from everything I had ever know and more to the point had known me. As we stepped foot in Bruges I knew I was about to embark on a journey that had ever potential to break me if I let it.

But I didn't.

Fast forward two weeks as I write this, and still I am trying to take in what was a whirlwind of an experience. I find it hard to put into words... (See my vlog- "A Belgium babble" for the in's and out of my emotions, However two do spring to mind... Life. Changing. In some ways Belgium was everything I feared it to be, physically I exhausted myself each and every day- I pushed myself to my limit. But whilst doing so I also realised that my limits weren't what I thought they were. Despite the pain and the physical weight, I felt on my shoulders, I still got up and embarked on each day's adventure, despite anxieties I mixed with people I'd never met... despite my desire to stay in my comfort zone, I grabbed every opportunity Belgium gave me. I fulfilled my promise.

And ok, I had to ask for help every now and then... But doesn't everyone? Ok, granted, my class mates may not ask me to reach stuff for them (If they did we'd be screwed) but I'm pretty sure in the next three years I'll come in useful for something. One day they'll look to me in a time of need... when they drop a pen on the floor for example...😜 My point is, we can't all do everything, we all have different skills, different talents.... reaching things off tall shelves or climbing 20 flights of stairs just happens to not be one of mine! But that doesn't make us any less of a person than those next to us, and maybe yes, my trip required a little more planning than my class mates, perhaps I did have more to consider than they did. But despite what I first thought, the trip was for me, everything it was for them and in fact was even more.

Because I didn't just get to discover the world, I also discovered myself.

Dedications: A few special thank you's...

To my USW girls,
For being the best bunch of friends, I could ask for. Thank you for making me feel 6ft tall!💗💗

To my tutors,
Mick... For such a fantastic opportunity, which taught me more than I could've ever anticipated
Hannah... For helping me spread my wings but also for being there at times where I forgot how to fly


Saturday, 10 February 2018

Body confidence

People seem to think that because I accept my body it means i'm body confident. Everyone always comments on how brave I am. How strong. But i'm not. I accept my size. I accept that I will always be small, but that's it. I accept it yes, but confident? I don't think so. 
I've been a dancer for 16 months now and I still remember it clearly.... the first day I walked into the studio, the studio that was ceiling to floor in mirrors. I could barely even look. Every time I did I felt sick. And there wasn't a makeup product to fix it.

Before starting college I used to feel like every aspect of me had to be perfect. My make up had to be on fleek.. My hair had to fall into place. My stomach had to be flat, everything had to be perfect- perfect to make up for what wasn't perfect. I thought if I gave this world no opportunity to body shame me for the stereotype features then perhaps they would see past the obvious. I soon learnt otherwise. I could be the most stunning girl in the world and all they seem to see is the body i live in which they will never grow to accept... It doesn't matter what else I do. After realising this my attitude changed and i started to let myself go a bit- what was the point. If i'm gonna get mocked anyway, then who's the effort for? So I stopped working out. I stopped doing my skin care routine, I stopped keeping my hair healthy and no longer bothered with make up. My diet fell off track- adding to my already long list of health issues. But who cares.Well if they're gonna laugh anyway- what's the point of trying? 

But hang on, why am I trying for them? What right do they have in my world? What part have they played, other than making my life hell and as a result causing me to do the same. Since becoming a dancer I've had to take more care of my body, the muscle strength I require in my routines means that I no longer can afford to treat my body with so little worth. I have to make an effort- but this time it's not for them. It's for me. 

If these last couple of years have taught me anything, it's that this world is never satisfied. I could have all those things, a flat stomach, hair that fell into place... I could have all that and all the world would see was that i'm 3ft 11 tall. But equally, I could be 6ft tall and all they would only see was the spots on my face, or the one hair that wasn't in place. They will always find something. Something to pick at- something to mock. They will set their expectations and continue to move them.

Society sucks.

So why even try to please it? Why do we make ourselves so unhappy living by expectations and goalposts which forever continue to move? I learnt the hard way that my life has enough limits without self inflicting more upon myself. Okay so my stomach isn't flat, my hair doesn't all fall in place, under the foundation lies flaws, I have a long way to go- but i'm getting there and in the meantime I'm leaving the life of needing approval. Why? Because Life's too short.

So eat the cake and dance like no ones watching. Embrace the flaws.... they're yours. No one else's.
Be an encourager....  the world has enough critics❤️

Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Bullying..... It happens.... It hurts

Bullying affects on average 1 in 4 kids throughout school years, but 60% of them fail to seek support. 

I was in the 60%

September 2010.... the start of my secondary school journey, a time that I got told would be the happiest years of my life, a start of a new chapter.....Everyone told me I was ready. Everyone told me I'd always remember secondary school..... but what they failed to mention was that it would be for all the wrong reasons.

A milestone that was meant to be the start of a new life, resulted in me praying for a new life. Everyday. Everyday I'd come home, slam the door. And hide. Everyday I prayed. Prayed for it to stop. Prayed for someone to take it away. They say sticks and stones break your bones.... but it was their words that destroyed me.

The majority of my school memories take place in one room. I remember it clear as day, a red table with three blue chairs evenly surrounding it. It had pale yellow walls, I remember as I sat there staring at them for hours each day.... in my head I remember it as if I sat there alone. In fact there were lots of people there too, people all offering their help. But how could they help. They didn't understand. They didn't know. I convinced myself it would go away, that I could deal with it on my own..... 

I lost count of how many times I told myself to rise above them. How many times I told myself to be the bigger person.... but how could I be, they kicked me so low, made me so weak, what chance did I have. Each morning I'd try and find a different excuse.... my head hurts.... I feel sick.... technically it wasn't an excuse.... I did feel sick. Everyday. Everyday I had to face those corridors. Everyday I heard the same words over....

But fast forward through three years, I made a decision. A decision that would change my life. A decision that I would change my life! I decided I didn't want to let them win. I decided to talk. They had taken so much, my grades, my attendance, my confidence but they hadn't won, I thought they had, for many years I thought they had.... but there was still fight to be fought. 

Some days the smile was a little more fake than others but still I got through... with the right people on my side, my attendance increased, my grades improved. My confidence grew. I spent less time in the small room. More time in the corridors.... the corridors that I thought had destroyed me. The corridors that in fact shaped me.

Bullying. It happens. It hurts. But it doesn't mean the end...

I left school with 8 GCSES. I finished college with a level 3 diploma. 7 years on..... now a university student, a youth worker, a nursery practitioner, a dancer...... THESE are the real happiest days of my life.... I survived. So can you 💚

It happens. 
It hurts. 
It needs to be spoken about.

To the parent who pulled their child away from me....

To the parent who just pulled their child away....

No need to hush them, I already heard them ask you "what's wrong with that girl". I already saw them stare and I've already seen you pull them away in embarrassment. You hope I don't hear you, but I do, you hope I don't see you but I do.... You're worrying I'll think badly of your parenting for having a child intreged in my difference... I won't. You worry that I'll remember you, that I'll remember what you told them as you pulled them away from me, I won't..... However your child will.

Your child will remember you telling them to be quiet, they'll remember how you told them to stay away from 'that girl'. They'll remember your embarrassement when they wanted to talk to me..... They'll remember never finding out what was "wrong" with that girl because you were too embarrassed to tell them... Maybe you don't even know yourself- don't worry I won't judge you for that either... I won't judge you for the decisions you made.. but because of those decisions, your child will now judge me. Your child will now know, no different than to stare, to laugh, yet to stay away, because they'll remember that that's what they were told to do.

Let me paint you a different picture...

Your child asks the question, you don't have the answers... But I do. You think I'll mind- I won't. Be embarrassed maybe?- I won't. You're worried what your child might ask, but beileve me I've heard it all before!.. So you let them, you let them ask, you let them be intreged, you let them learn that my difference is nothing to be hidden away from nor to be embarrassed of. You walk away. I might not remember our conversation.... However your child will, they'll remember coming up to me, talking to me, perhaps even liking me. They'll remember that you taught them to ask not stare and that there was infact nothing wrong with that girl. They'll grow up being accepting of disabilities and differences because they'll remember they were told to be.

Which one of those scenarios would you want your child to remember? Which parent would you want to be? If I was to remember you, would you really want me to refer to you as the parent who pulled their child away?

You think that it won't matter- it will. You think it won't have a long term impact- well guess what? It will. Please don't be responsible for giving me another ignorant adult to deal with years down the line... Please don't be responsible for giving me someone who pulls their child away from me because they remember that their parent did the same to them.

You think your decision won't make a difference- but it will.

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