My life revolves around trust, shaping all elements of my existence. I have no choice but to bestow the most intimate aspects of personal care to people I barely know, leaving me vulnerable and open to abuse. Thankfully, the vast majority of society are generally trustworthy and honest. Living independently has taught me the art of patience and compromise. I have yet to find a “perfect” carer, a person who slots into my life seamlessly without invading my privacy, even if they had no intention of doing so. In previous blogs, I have spoken about feeling as if I reside in my very own Big Brother house, endeavouring to cope with the endless new faces that appear on my doorstep, whilst trying to live an active lifestyle. I have come to the realisation that all of human life is adaptation. Growing up, I had to come to terms with my Cerebral Palsy, constantly seeking ingenious ways to interact with the world around me. My adolescent years were extraordinarily difficult. Along wit