Being good enough
Warning: This post contains strong language.
When I started this blog I wanted to be positive. That’s why I called it Acceptable Face – because I was presenting the acceptable face of Aspergers – I would be showing how Aspies can live well and overcome difficulties. Today I am filled with doubt again. There is a hurdle and I really don’t know if I can get over it.
My toddler is not yet two. So far I think I’ve been doing a good job, but this last week has given me doubts. This last week has made me think, either it’s her illness making things awkward (she has a bad cold), or a natural phase, or it’s something I’m doing / not doing that’s wrong. She can’t tell me. So what if it’s me? What if I keep doing it? What if I’m changing the course of her whole life for the worse, right now, without having a clue?
How can I be a good enough parent when I can’t figure out what’s going on?
When I was a kid, I didn’t want a baby because I knew I wouldn’t cope well with spending that much time around a needy human being. Then I got older and thought maybe it’ll be OK. My hormones seemed very keen for me to have a baby. Now I have two issues. The problem I foresaw as a kid, and this new problem of ‘O shit, maybe I’m screwing up her life with my Aspie-ness’.
Because let’s face it, if I don’t know what’s wrong, it’s probably because I struggle to understand things from her perspective. Or it’s because she’s worked out that sometimes I get very irritated by her behaviour, because I want my own space. Either way, it’s the Aspergers getting in the way.
All I want is to be a good parent who doesn’t fuck up her child’s life. She’s not even two.
Fuck.
Has anyone else with Aspergers dealt with this?
Happily just stumbled onto your blog. Don’t have kids but I would say that the doubts you are having are what ALL parents must think. And as for Aspergers, you are adding a dimension to your daughter’s life, an extra slice of fairy cake. Trust your instinct and ignore what is supposed to be. We all must forge our own paths. It ain’t a straight line. Mine is curved. 🙂
Thanks – I like your use of the phrase “an extra slice of fairy cake”. Now I feel special, not deficient.