Don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me. Please don’t ever think I’m not interested.
Just because my child is disabled doesn’t mean I can’t sympathise with you.
There is a feeling, I think, that - because I have Alex - anyone else’s troubles are insignificant… trivial in the face of my life… and his life… and where we may be headed.
If you want to complain that your child isn’t sleeping… I’m happy to hear this.
If you want to tell me you’re worried they don’t know their colours yet or are late to walk or say their ‘y’s oddly… I’ll listen.
If you want to talk about the fact that they just won’t stop talking, or moving, or making a mess and never giving you a minute’s peace and you’d just like a break… I’m happy to lend an ear.
What I find hard to hear is ‘Oh, I shouldn’t be complaining to you’, or ‘Anyway, you don’t need to hear this’ because, although I utterly know it’s said with the best intentions… what it actually feels like you’re saying is: ‘Oh goodness, your life is so much harder than mine, really this is trivial, I have no reason to moan (you on the other hand really do)’.
And I have to tell you that I count my blessings every day. I love my son. I love that his is a sunny disposition… that if he’s upset I can usually figure out what is wrong… That when he’s ill he wants cuddles. That he tries – every day – to move his little body the way he wants it to even though it doesn’t always want to cooperate… I love that his sister and he have the most amazing bond. I love that he makes us laugh, I love that he is as he is.
And though I can’t honestly say hand on heart that I don’t wonder how he would be – where we would all be – if he was a typically developing 5 year old – I do wonder if he would be this same delightful boy.
One thing I’ve learned from having Alex is that the moment you enter another person’s world you see that there is always something… a wayward sibling, a dying parent, an ill spouse, a redundancy looming… something to worry about.
For no-one’s life is ever perfect.
The parts of your life that are upsetting to you are the parts of your life that are upsetting to you.
This isn’t a competition.
So talk to me.
And I’m so happy to listen.
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