I'd say at the age of 3. This way because as my brother was going to school, I was taken to a hospital for physiotherapy. Up to the age of 10, I held to the belief that something would happen and I would walk as normally as everybody else. But after the age of 10, I made peace with my disability and fully embraced it.
Realizing you have a disability is one thing, and learning to live with what you've realized is a different thing altogether.
Mine was when my little niece started standing up and I couldn't, and sad part she started imitating me😂😂. Innocent as she was, she just saw it as fun but everytime they'd scold her and tell me I'd soon start walking too like her. And I think from that time they started looking for better solution help which included physiotherapy etc.
School hit me hard as I used to be carried and other kids would innocently ridicule.
But was not all that bad, used to enjoy some privileges 😂