Almost two years ago, I wrote a blog about disability
parenthood called "Who Says We Can't Have A Family?" http://thevoicelssminority.blogspot.com/2013/07/who-says-we-cant-have-family.html In
it, I discuss several issues about being a parent and having a disability. When
I wrote the blog, I had just turned 27 and had a different view on life. As I
am approaching my 29th birthday, my perspective on the world is
somewhat the same, but on the disability and parenting issue, I don't know if I
still hold the same belief.
In
that first blog, I laid out the following arguments: It is natural to want to
pass genes to offspring, considering human life is just a blip in the cosmic
makeup of things, and all we have are the legacies we leave behind. While I
still agree with that argument, I find myself internally struggling with the
question. Although I believe disabled people as a group have the right to be
parents, am I, as a disabled person, capable of being a parent?
This
argument has been weighing on my mind for several days now. As much as I am
bound and determined to have a family, I wonder if I have ever accepted my
limitations enough to have a family. By that, I mean, I am aware that I will
not hold my son or daughter. In the first blog, I laid out physical ways to
overcome this. But I did not do the emotional aspect of the problem. To become
a good parent, one has to be emotionally secure with his or her self, to
provide emotional support to the life they bring into this world. The same
could be said for people with disabilities, except on a different level. People
who have disabilities have to be emotionally okay with themselves as people. I
feel this could be split even further.
People who have disabilities have to not only understand
their limitations physically, but they have also to know what they mean.
Physically correcting or not being able to hold someone might be possible and
practical, but will it compensate for the emotional closeness when they hold
the child. It is issues like this that I am not able to think about. Although
in the earlier blog, I have said that it doesn't matter how many poopy diapers
you change or how many balls you throw, I find myself not second-guessing the
statement, but wondering if it comes from the perspective of someone who has no
idea what it is like to play catch. I believe quality outweighs quantity, where
I am struggling, can be best summed up in this example: I love sports, so I
would hopefully instill a love for sports in my children. I look at my Uncle
Richard and see how much enjoyment he gets out of coaching his son and my other
little cousins, and I find myself asking if they love sports and I can't play,
how will it make me feel to have someone else play sports with them, even if
that someone else is my wife?
This blog may seem like it contradicts itself, but the
earlier blog on family, and it may be. I am not sure of my capability to not
have the physical/emotional bond that comes from the physical contact with a
child and be okay with that. Things may change in the future, but as of right
now, for this person with a disability, parenting is not in my future as much
as I would like it to be.
