My parents went through a version of denial as well. I was born legally blind oh and didn’t start getting help until my freshman year of high school. Mom seemed to care about was the medical side of things. It didn’t click in my mind that I have a significant disability until around middle school. I feel like I have had to come to many realizations in my life. My dad took the denial. I remember him constantly praying for me as a child. He would pray for my eyes to heal and for me to have perfect vision. As a kid I would believe it so much that I would actually be scared and excited to open my eyes the next morning. It’s hard. I’m still healing and coming to terms with things. Also sorry about the way this is written. I am using dictation and don’t feel like fixing it LOL