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I’m Bukola Ayinde, Founder of P Foundation and author of Diary of a Special Needs Mum.
Getting a diagnosis which says your child has Cerebral Palsy is a parent’s worst nightmare.
I had my period of living in denial; wishing the problem would go away, like it was all a dream, but the reality stared me in the face.
My husband and I decided to face the challenge before us squarely.
We engaged different specialists; Neurologist, Paediatrician, Physiotherapist, Speech therapist, Occupational therapist, Special Needs Care Givers.
At one point we were scouting for a very good physiotherapist.
A parent of a special needs child recommended a young lady to me.
I spoke with another therapist on the field who also confirmed that the recommended Physiotherapist was good at what she does but she could be rude.
Well, at that point of my life, I didn’t mind if she was going to be rude to me or arrogant as far as she was as good as everyone had said, I was fine with that.
All I wanted was to see was my child’s improvement, I could take any sh*t in between.
She came on board as my daughter’s physiotherapist.
She was very professional and dedicated, but she didn’t come cheap. My daughter attended a mainstream school that allowed her to use the sickbay as her pullout room for her physiotherapy session.