Thanks all for the honesty
Seriously, no one else will tell me to seriously think before having/raising a child.
I think it is the fact that at the moment, I look/feel/act mostly entirely healthy, and therefore people assume that I'm fine.
The realization that I cannot have a baby (like a small, infant person) came a couple of months ago when I went to visit my friend and her new (omg adorable) baby and didn't want to hold him because my right arm wasn't working and dropping babies: not ok.
I could today, but I could NOT have held a baby responsibly in May, even though I looked fine and everyone (no one knew about my diagnosis then) thought I was just being weird.
But my whole career trajectory, which I hope continues for a long time, consists of working with "at risk" (a terrible term, but it is what it is) youth.... so there's that.
I just know that I would make a better foster/adoptive parent to a teenager (potential physical disability aside) than many, and the fact that even that is probably a bad idea makes me more sad than any other implication of the diagnosis. Sad enough to moronically wish that I had accidentally gotten pregnant back when I was 20 and still imagined I was straight. But that's just ridiculous, and more than a little selfish.
Glad this space exists for me to rant and get reasoned, reasonable responses.
On a funny note, because ending otherwise is not in my nature: copaxone's new trick is the super-itchy bruise. I now walk around an inanely prestigious law school trying to sneakily scratch my rear end all day. I think people might be noticing. I care minimally.
Seriously, no one else will tell me to seriously think before having/raising a child.
I think it is the fact that at the moment, I look/feel/act mostly entirely healthy, and therefore people assume that I'm fine.
The realization that I cannot have a baby (like a small, infant person) came a couple of months ago when I went to visit my friend and her new (omg adorable) baby and didn't want to hold him because my right arm wasn't working and dropping babies: not ok.
I could today, but I could NOT have held a baby responsibly in May, even though I looked fine and everyone (no one knew about my diagnosis then) thought I was just being weird.
But my whole career trajectory, which I hope continues for a long time, consists of working with "at risk" (a terrible term, but it is what it is) youth.... so there's that.
I just know that I would make a better foster/adoptive parent to a teenager (potential physical disability aside) than many, and the fact that even that is probably a bad idea makes me more sad than any other implication of the diagnosis. Sad enough to moronically wish that I had accidentally gotten pregnant back when I was 20 and still imagined I was straight. But that's just ridiculous, and more than a little selfish.
Glad this space exists for me to rant and get reasoned, reasonable responses.
On a funny note, because ending otherwise is not in my nature: copaxone's new trick is the super-itchy bruise. I now walk around an inanely prestigious law school trying to sneakily scratch my rear end all day. I think people might be noticing. I care minimally.
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