Growing up with ABS – Sarah’s Story

Sarah born with ABS

My name is Sarah and I was born in 1998 with Amniotic Band Syndrome. It affects my fingers and toes, some of them are shorter and I have two bands on two of my fingers.

I’ve had more than several surgeries since I was born. My fingers were actually fused at birth and I had to undergo surgery to separate them. I also had surgeries to revise fingers and to remove bands and webbing.

During the 17 years I have been alive I haven’t had trouble with doing anything, my hands and feet are completely functional and I am grateful for this.

Growing up, well I guess I still am growing up, during primary school I didn’t experience a lot of teasing but I experienced a lot of ignorant reactions. People were curious in a way that would make me upset, some would ask why my hands were like this and some people would point and stare. I remember my reply would always be ‘I was born like that’.

I did have a lot of friends, thankfully, during my childhood and I think once I told them ‘oh look I was born like this, my hands are different’, they never really asked me again after that, and they realised that I was exactly like them once they got to know me. I remember once, my friend in year 4, when I was about 9, asked if she could touch my hand. I found this really funny and weird as I wasn’t that sensitive. It was only when I grew up that I became sensitive and insecure, as a lot of teens do- even those without syndromes.

There were times when people would remind me I was different. One time, when I was aged 12, I had made a new friend and as soon as she had seen my hands she was fascinated and intrigued. Unfortunately it was because she wanted me to show my hands to her brother ‘to scare him’. This hurt me a lot and I did cry, for a long time. Even now when I think about it still upsets me.

What would make me especially upset is that I think I would forget that I was different most of the time, and then when someone reminded me that there is in fact something ‘abnormal’ about me, I would start to think about it a lot and feel really weird and awkward as if it wasn’t me with the ‘problem’ but as if it was someone else because I couldn’t see myself like that- with a problem. I’ve always seen myself as equal to everyone else.

As I was later super self conscious during secondary school, a lot of awkward situations occurred for me. In class, for example, when the teacher would ask for a demonstration I would always feel like everyone was staring at my hands. Also, when the teacher would tell us make gestures with our fingers for activities, for example rating an activity using our fingers (stick up 5 fingers if you understood). I would dread these little things, because they would make me feel really uncomfortable and unlike myself. During most of my school years I would pull my sleeves over my hands, and I would even write in class with my sleeves over my hands clutching them in between my fingers. This way nobody knew, but it made me feel so awkward that I was uncomfortable with something that is a part of me- that I was uncomfortable with myself. There was also a time during school that I wore gloves indoors as I was too self conscious that my peers would judge me and avoid befriending me.

I don’t do this as much anymore, but when people begin to stare or notice my fingers I quickly move my hands out of sight or keep them under the table because I constantly feel paranoid.

I think now that I’m older, people are less ignorant and more understanding and I don’t get asked and people do not comment. But I am still growing and I hope I’ll feel more comfortable with myself in the future.

I think this is the bit where I try to give good advice so here goes.

There’ll be times when you feel so awkward about the fact that you look ‘different’ and this can lead to you getting really upset with yourself. But life is so short and there’s so much we CAN do so why should we focus on this one thing that we can’t do which isn’t even to do with functionality its appearance. The only thing we cannot do is be like others and we don’t need to. I hope this helps.

7 thoughts on “Growing up with ABS – Sarah’s Story


  1. I’ve never been on a website like this but I feel as though it will help. I am 16 years old and my story is very similar to yours. My hands and feet are both affected and I have a scar on my leg where I almost lost it as well. I used to tell everyone “I was born that way” because I didn’t really know how to explain it for the longest time. My hands were together when I was born and the surgeons had to separate them, so on top of the different shape and sizes I also have multiple scars everywhere on my hands. I would hide my hands a lot, especially after I moved schools in 6th grade. I’m not usually in pain except if they begin to itch because of the tightness. Also, my tendon grew longer than my bone in my hand which creates extreme pain but the surgery risks outweigh the possible solution. I’m really sensitive about holding hands with people and that’s what bothers me the most I think or if people make a sign with their hands and I can’t. I have trouble opening things sometimes but I can play piano and do most things that normal people can. You’re not alone & I wish you the best 🙂


  2. I can relate to each one of your stories and felt all those same feelings growing up. I am 38 years old and just heard about ABS about 5 years ago at my last foot surgery. I’ve had 6 corrective surgeries though out my life. My ABS affects my left foot below my knee and down. My calf is extremely larger then my right so I get alot of stares and points and as a child had some hurtful times with friends wanting to touch it then freaking out, which was traumatizing. My 3 middle toes on my left foot were all fused and grown together where it came to a point in the middle of my foot, then I had a normal big toe and pinky toe. The bones still continue to grow on the bottom, which at my last surgery the dr. removed several large marble sized bones from the bottom of my foot. So, walking without shoes is tricky. I do well with tennis shoes. In 2008, I had an amputation of the front part of my foot. I’m thankful for it that it has given me compassion for people in a way that I might not had if I wasn’t born with this. I just always felt like the only one in the world as I never met anyone like me. It’s so nice to read others stories.


  3. I also grew up with abs. It effected my waist because it almost cut mee in half. It also effected my toes on my right foot. I’ve had those kind of reactions as well growing up. With all the questions of how it happened, also people asking to touch my toes which used to bother me but now I realize I’m lucky I’m here to begin with and I didn’t ask for it to happen. We are all beautiful and all very lucky we are here, I hope you have a wonderful life, and remember you are a maricle and I’m so happy you are alive and happy.


  4. You are beautiful! Thank you for sharing your story. My son has ABS on his hands as well. I hope that awareness of this syndrome increases so he, you and everyone else impacted by ABS doesn’t have to feel insecure. Although, everyone has insecurities whether you can see then or not.


  5. I had never heard of ABS till 11pm on November 18 2015 when the Dr’s finally answered me and told me why they weren’t letting me see my babygirl my first words after seeing her hand were what did I do wrong.. Its nice to have answers and know I didn’t do this to my baby.. I hope I can help her be confident and accept herself any advice on what I can do as a mom to make this journey easier on her would greatly appreciated


  6. I grew up with ABS never knowing what it was till yesterday. I now know what it’s called and that it isn’t my genes that are imperfect. What a relief! I’m 35 years of age now and never had any shame about my left arm that misses two fingers and can’t bend due to a dysfunctional elbow. The times I did feel sorry for myself was in puberty when I had to deal with girls. The nice thing was that they liked me for who I was and am. I had a great time and still do. People will ask and I don’t mind. It made me to who I am today and I have a lot of friends and associates. To me that’s the most important thing in life. Being happy with myself and not being alone. My life is good and I hope yours is too. Although I wish I could meet more people just like me. Cheers and greetings from Holland..

    Feddrik


  7. Thanks so much for sharing. Childhood with ABS can be a tough slog at times. But we can appreciate our accomplishments. And we’ve got a lot of them. Smile.

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