I didn’t really start noticing it until I was in Middle School in 6th grade. I only told two of my closest friends about it. It really started getting to me because I’m right handed and my crooked thumb is on my right hand so I would hate when teachers went around to watch us write or when we had to do group projects and I was the one writing. So when I would write I would try to cover my thumb with my hand. I realized that I wasn’t always going to be able to do that.
It started getting so bad that whenever I would be in public, I would start covering my thumb with my hand at all times. In school no matter how hot it was, I started wearing my jacket every single day to cover my thumb. I eventually even started wearing gloves all the time. Even though my teachers would ask me why I was wearing them, I didn’t care. As long as I was covering my thumb somehow, I was satisfied. I was even scared of going to get my nails done because I was nervous what the people who worked there would say about it.
Since it was bothering me so badly, my mom decided to ask my doctor what I should do but he wasn’t sure because he’s never seen anything like it. He recommended that I should go to an orthopedist. So when I did they said I would probably need to get surgery but they only think I should get surgery at this age if it prevents me from doing something like throwing a baseball.
No matter what, they said that when I grow up I am probably going to end up having arthritis and I have accepted that. To this day I have stopped trying to cover my thumb and have finally accepted who I am.