I’m so angry that these laser procedures where not available when I was born in the very early 70’s. Bc I was also born with a slightly raised port wine stain which covered most of my right cheek, my whole nose & right eye.. Also mines wasn’t a flat port wine stain, it was slightly raised & had what looked like darker spots within it.. Then at only 10 days old, my GP ordered an ambulance to bring my mother & I to the city, as an urgent case bc I had blood coming from my tear duct area of my right eye.. Befor the next really horrific stage happened to my face, my mum & rest of family says I looked just exactly like “normal” new born baby. With 2 normal eyes, tiny cute lil eyebrows & a cute lil button nose, despite this huge dark red mass, with a kind of rough looking surface.. My mum says that after the bleeding eye on day 10, it wasn’t very long, like almost a matter of weeks before the doctors on the plastic surgery/burns ward realised & then informed my mum & rest of my family to brace themselves for my face to start to look way worse bc they’d discovered that mines was ulcerating, starting from the crease of my right nostril.. So it basically ate away all of the huge red port wine, or hemangioma As they were calling it. I’d had to be taken into surgery on multiple times so they could inject something into it to try to stop it growing, or something? Also in order to “save” my right eye they had to cut away the inner 1/3 of my top eyelid, bc it had swollen shut. But it wasn’t until I was an adult that I’d discovered that I’ve got a shattered lense in my right eye as well as a dried cornea. With no tear ducts.. I’ve had abt 40 years of so called reconstructive plastic surgery. But unless you’re standing very close up to me, you can’t bearly tell I’m still covered in scars, bc I wear glasses which are transitions & get darker with the sunlight. Or unless I take off my wig.. ((bc due to years of never been offered therapy & only recently being diagnosed for having CPTSD which’s why I’ve spent most of my life being severely anxious & stressed especially if I’ve got to go outdoors, I’ve ended up also with alopecia!!)) so due to all that trauma & not getting any appropriate help. Unfortunately I started to self medicate to stop the anxiety, which at some points throughout my life I’ve thought I was schizophrenic bc I’d hear voices..So then after trying various drugs, prescribed & street acquired, I finally 1 day discovered heroin.. FINALLY I got that oblivious NON CARING OR HAVING TO FEEL, FEELING I’d been craving my whole life.. And, well obviously as anyone knows long term this is def NOT THE ANSWER.. For abt the 1st few years I was able to be what’s classed as a functioning addict. Where I could still go to work & be a mum etc.. but as anyone who knows, your body builds up a tolerance. So I ended up having to fess up & go into a methadone treatment program, which meant I couldn’t work any longer. As No1 wants to employ a junkie, right!? Straight away they’re gonna think you’re a low life thief just for starters. Anyways to cut this very long enough story short, after help from my mum, who is my Angel. She helped me co-parent. Otherwise social/child services would’ve taken my girl away from me. Bc when you’re not in treatment, your priority is using.. secondary to that would be my girl, but it should’ve been 1st. So I’m forever grateful, to her & the rest of my loving & very supportive family..As for the past 20 years I’ve been in & out of treatment. I’ve almost overdosed on more than 5 occasions..but me losing any of my family is way more frightening to me than anything I can ever do to myself..And, due to years of them reminding me how much I’m loved, regardless of what I look like or what I’ve done in my past. Made me realise, taking drugs isn’t just wasting away my body, my cash, but valuable time which’s better spent with folk who love & respect me as much as I do them. So 2 years ago, I moved back home for the last & final time & gotten myself back into treatment..I’m now awaiting proper counselling sessions to learn coping strategies & new ways of thinking & viewing myself. I can’t be that bad if all those amazing folks in my family & extended family all love me,right. So I’m determined to continue to have kicked the bad street habits & not just for them. But for me too, as they’ve made me see, I also DO DESERVE HAPPINESS & love & 1 day I’d like to use all I’ve learned to help others. Who have maybe gone through some of the nasty stuff I have.. And what doesn’t kills you, makes us stronger right.. ❣️✨ THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE READ THIS.. IM SORRY IT WAS SO LONG🧐 I dunno, I just felt compelled to share.. 🧡 FOR ANY PARENTS OUT THERE WITH KIDS WHO LOOK DIF FROM THEIR PEERS, DO WHAT MY FAMILY DID. DONT TREAT THEM ANY DIF & LOVE THEM AS IF THERES NOTHING WRONG..💖✨ ITS WHO WE ARE ALL INSIDE THAT RLLY COUNTS. TEACH THEM TO BE KIND TO FOLKS WHO ARE DIF, WITH COMPASSION. GOD NOT ONLY LOVES US FOR WHO WE ARE ON THE INSIDE, IF YOUR LOVING & CARING, BUT ONLY WHEN YOURE NOT AFRAID TO SHOW IT!! ✨❣️ Blessed Be 💗✌🏼☀️ LOVE, PEACE & POSITIVITY FOR ALL. Jen Wren X