The idea of having children…

I often think about what my children if I ever have any will be like. For as long as I can remember I have told people that I want to be a lady with a baby. Honestly I had given up on the idea of having children of my own. Am I even equipped to be a mother really? With everything I battle every day between the autism and the mental health issues. I also didn’t have very good role models in this department so what gives me any right to bring a child into this world? I used to worry heavily about what I am going to pass on to my child. It’s not that I have any problem at all with my child being autistic, I am aware that there is a high probability that my child will fall on the spectrum, but given the additional mental health I just do not ever want a child to feel that same way that I have. Its an odd sensation, wanting something more than you have ever wanted anything else in your life and yet knowing having it may be the worst thing you could do.

I know I am very good with children, I always have been and now it is my job and the one thing in life I thrive at but that doesn’t mean I would make a good parent. Would my autism get in the way? What If I felt a meltdown coming on? Whatever happens my child has to come first so how will I manage this? How do I balance my obsessions and obsessive nature as well as being a mum? I would like to think that these things would not be an issue but I cannot just brush them off. I work in facts and logic. I don’t have any here. I have nothing to draw on other than my desire to be the best mum I could possibly be. But I know as well as everyone that wanting something doesn’t make you good at it. I would love to be a singer but I can’t sing so therefore I cannot do that job. Just because I want to be a good mum doesn’t mean that I would be.

For a long time I wasn’t even sure I would physically be able to have children, struggling with an intimate relationship and everything, but now I am able to think beyond that side and everything about it petrifies me. Will my body even cope with pregnancy? The hormone change especially. I struggle enough before I am due on because of hormones to keep myself on top of everything let alone dealing with the changes that occur during a pregnancy.

Everyday I battle for the idea of a normal life, where I can do the things everyone else does and be accepted for the things which are me. I want to pursue the idea of having children in the future, and I know I will do whatever in my power to make myself a good mum. I accept that I am afraid and I may face more challenges than some others but I will make things work.

I had a dream last night, but before I delve into this I need to discuss my sister. She is very similar to me in many ways, the way she responds and reacts to situations and the way her brain seems to process things. When she was little I was worried that this was due to her mimicking and learning behaviour from me but over the years she has continued to see the world in a similar way to me, suggesting she too is on the spectrum. I am proud of how well she is doing with her life, and has a very supportive family (her mum, sisters, step dad, brother and myself to start). This makes me hopeful that she won’t suffer the way that I have with the mental health side of things and knowing that she will always have me to talk to, and maybe one day this blog may even help her understand certain things she thinks or feels. Anyways, back to my dream. I cannot remember much of it but I was at some centre discussing and observing a child with a specialist. We were communicating about the idea of this child being on the spectrum and how we could support moving forward, the women turned to me and for some reason I told her that I am on the spectrum and I suspect that my sister is also. She looked at me and smiled, then responded that I should have a child of my own because if they were anything like my sister and I then they would be an asset to this world. I know its only a silly dream but this made me feel better about the idea of children. Maybe my subconscious is trying to support me.

This links to another dream which I had a little while ago, I had a daughter who must have been about 5 or 6 years old. She knew that I was autistic and said she wanted to know how he was like Mummy. I was explaining to her that as I said to her before everyone sees the world and everything we do and see differently so not everyone thinks the same things or feels the same things that we do and that for mummy my brain is always working overtime, always really busy and processes some things differently which means that it makes me really good at some things which others find difficult but that some things I find more difficult than others. Just like how she could twirl a baton but some of her friends couldn’t. I then went on to talk about how something this child might find tricky was how to make friends or how to play the same way as the other children. Their brain was really busy doing other things that it might be that they preferred playing on their own or that they couldn’t work out how to play the games they were playing or what other people were feeling. I also said that some people don’t use any or many words. I can’t remember anything else that happened within the dream but it did get me thinking about if I do have children how I will explain this. Chances are my own children will at least have some autistic traits, if not from actually being on the spectrum themselves but because of any learnt behaviours they might pick up from me. I know that this wasn’t a complete description and like children I work with it would take time and support to teach children about what autism is like, especially as for everyone it is so different and isn’t as visual as something such as a broken leg. There are many things to support this now and I hope many more in the future.

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