I was eight when I found out I was adopted. My step-brother told me. He'd overheard my mum and my stepdad at the time talking about it, and he threw it in my face. But I didn't really care. It didn't seem relevant, because I never once in my life felt unloved or like I was a burden.

I hate being immobile.

I don't really eat breakfast that often. I'm a bacon guy. I like breakfast food, but I don't really eat food until after noon, so by that time, that's not really breakfast.

Anything you rely on can become a crutch. And disabled or not, when you rely on something, that is what will cripple you.

I didn't know anything was wrong with me when I was growing up. I thought everyone went to occupational and speech therapy, I thought these were common things. I thought I was quite normal until I went to school and someone told me it wasn't normal to have a disability.