Cataholic, of course, I'm not a parent. My parents always like to mention that I "don't get it". And maybe I don't....actually no I really DON'T. But the fact is, they don't get what it's like growing up feeling like a freak either. I don't go around telling my friends...that is the last thing I want. I would say, maybe 5 or 6 of my friends know. Only BECAUSE, I am either really close to them (one who knows actually has a heart issue to), my parents have said something or they have seen me in a bikini - kinda hard to hide a scar that way. I guess, I could NOT wear one. But I like them..

I do know it by name, my current status since 1999 has been fine, and I've been going to the same doctors (my old one left for a better position, another did the same, and my current one is newer but very nice).
I don't really appreciate being called an idiot. I would have mentioned that the doctor had warned my parents against that, and probably would never have went on, mostly because of my parents. Roller Coasters and other rides are something I've always had access to and was never restricted of. My doctors have said nothing about it or if they did, it's always been that it's fine if I go on it. Believe it or not, that's the truth. There is one ride at Disney my parents don't want me going on, the one where a few kids have died on with underlying unknown heart defects, although I don't know it by name and didn't like it when I did go on it. I went on before those kids died.
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