Drop-Trou for Dr. Doctor

My body continues to be a medical curiosity. Though my specific disability is classified as Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congeninta, the specifics of how this condition manifests within my own skin remains vague at best. How much muscle can I build? Can I train to compensate for/sculpt my contracted tendons and muscles? To what degree can a personal practice affect this change?

Norman Rockwell, Before the Shot. 1952

This classic Rockwell image was framed in the recovery room at Kaiser Permanente after my mom had gotten out of surgery.  Though the tongue-in-cheek title seems harmless, it reflects an embedded acceptance of compromising personal identity for the sake of the medical institution.

My first surgery occurred at the age of four months. In this surgery my clubbed feet were "corrected" (doctor's words, not mine). Over the next couple years --last surgery at age 13-- what would follow were continued corrections to my knees, wrists, and ankles. The specifics of how these surgeries affected my body are still, as yet, unknown to me. My parents deferred the still seemingly vital question of what to do with my body to the doctors.

What occurs to me now is some of these doctors built their professional reputation by studying and shaping my body.
I have been this kid who is compelled to expose himself to the renown credentials of the man in the room.

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