doodlebug2013 · 41-45, F
From birth, a child grows up recognizing their mom as their mom and that's the only thing that matters to them. Yes, eventually that child is going to recognize that something about their mom is different, but that takes years to happen and it's no reason for embarrassment either.
When your child starts getting older and understanding things like that and potentially starts getting into situations with other people where recognizing difference can come up, it's very very important talk with your child about why you're different and that difference is OK and it's something to be proud of and not something to hide. It's honestly been WAAY more awkward for me to have those talks than it's been for my kid! If you raise them to be proud and understanding, they will be, guaranteed.
When your child starts getting older and understanding things like that and potentially starts getting into situations with other people where recognizing difference can come up, it's very very important talk with your child about why you're different and that difference is OK and it's something to be proud of and not something to hide. It's honestly been WAAY more awkward for me to have those talks than it's been for my kid! If you raise them to be proud and understanding, they will be, guaranteed.
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kh0605 · 36-40, F
@hlpflwthat are you saying if she was feeling sorry for herself all the time, you would be ashamed of her? what if she does her best to stay active and positive but still struggles with depression? would you still judge her? please give me an honest answer, i can take it
hlpflwthat · M
I would never be ashamed of my mother for her disabilities. I'm forever grateful she brought me into this world. Her best is all she - or anyone else - can do.
For the record, my mother is diagnosed MDD, disabled and learned a few weeks ago she has terminal lung cancer at 82. None of these are close to the first things I think about when my mother comes to mind, though I admit that the terminal cancer thing has been hovering in my head more than I like.
For the record, my mother is diagnosed MDD, disabled and learned a few weeks ago she has terminal lung cancer at 82. None of these are close to the first things I think about when my mother comes to mind, though I admit that the terminal cancer thing has been hovering in my head more than I like.
No!