My world got smaller
My handwriting
My voice
My walk
My spirit
My balance
The space in the world I take up
It crept up on me - this slowness - did,
in micro increments (those are big words for small and slow)
until it arrived with a name
And then it became BIG
And scary
And I didn’t want it
But now I had a face
A reason for the smallness
And so it became what it is
I may be smaller, slower
But I’m still me
Andy McDowell May 2010
(diagnosed with Parkinsons aged 44)
With thanks to Jeanette Gillibrand (ADHB)