Prader Willi Blues
My mum was sympathetic to my clumsy manner,
She’d ignore the tripping over and my rambling stammer.
My Father was helpful and would often say,
‘It’s not your fault you have a speech…….delay’.

I’d trip over steps and always drop my toys,
I knew I was different from the other boys.
My excessive weight gain that went not just to my hips,
Not complimented by my almond shaped eyes and thin, down-turned lips.

As I got older and other boys grew taller,
Delayed puberty meant that I remained shorter.
Depressingly obese and with sparse pubic hair,
And a high narrow forehead, life was not fair.

I had a sleeping disorder and excess fat,
A lack of complete sexual development which meant that,
I was often angry, irritable and vexed
As I couldn’t romance the opposite sex.

I have learning disabilities and borderline intellectual functioning,
Diabetes Mellitus, small hands and I’m always skin picking,
I love stuffing my face, to argue and to moan,
All caused solely by my Prader Willi Syndrome.

My stubby little fingers are full of hatred
I hate my Prader Willi Syndrome,and what it’s created
Members of the public treat me with disdain,
Please excuse this poem, I just needed to complain.
(Monkey the Chicken Twitter: death_stairs, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 8:57, 2 replies)

I watched a programme about people with this disability.
Your poetic post is full of win.
( girlinthehole, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 9:09, closed)

My cousin had Prader Willi Syndrome...
...so I understand where you're coming from.
She packed a lot of living into her 18 years - she made the most of opportunities that came her way and raised hell whenever she could,until she finally succumbed to pneumonia.
All I can say is go out there, grab life by the throat, and wring as much enjoyment out of it as you can. Its what my cousin did, and she never regretted it. She found her niche - and you will too.
Peace.
(Sebulba continues to fight evil with evil....., Fri 3 Sep 2010, 10:23, closed)