I had a long time with no words and lots of baby TV and music.
I was sometimes good at letting people know what I wanted, but nothing compares to words.
FC was like a dream come true, I could tell people I was clever, I was 20.
It is very hard sometimes to get my body to concentrate and behave to do it.
I wish I could just talk effortlessly like most people.
I am much happier now that people can see past my stupid body.
No more baby shows. I am 28 years old.
But it is hard too; I can’t hide as much, and have to be more responsible for my actions.
I have had so many great things happen since I could type.
I have written for conferences.
I joined the Brotherhood of the Wordless where I can have my words how I want them.
Best of all I can be brave and on a stage – it surprises everyone.
I am a woman too and I am in love.
I am engaged to the love of my life, Michael Russell.
Some people will find that very hard to deal with, but we don’t care.
It has changed me a lot as a person but I am still the me I have always been.
My last words would be: I will miss you Mum. Keep pinking on.
The people in the town I ruled would say: “Sam really knew how to paint the town pink, no really, there was pink paint everywhere.”
Mike would say: “Sam was the hottest lover in the land. Go, go, go, girl.”
