Disabled Parenting Project Guest Blog Post #3: Spastic Mama: The Public Parent

I am honored to have been featured as a guest blogger for the Disabled Parenting Project.  The blog below was published on June 28th 2016 .   See link to the blog post and others at http://www.disabledparenting.com/author/anne-cohen/

Spastic Mama: The Public Parent

It was a sweltering day, with blurred eyed shoppers navigating through our local farmers market. My son howled for strawberry lemonade — waiting in a long line with a squirmy three year old, keeping patience among a herd of thirsty adults was a challenge.

“Why do we wait mommy?” My son pleaded, shoving to the front of the line.

“Because other people are thirsty too. Look, here is a mommy; she will have a baby soon. She needs lemonade for the baby and she is in front of us.” I smiled at a clearly exhausted very pregnant mom, who also had a toddler anxiously squirming.

I offered my son water. He shoved it away and paused, wide eyed. “BABY IS THRISTY!” he shouted “Go go mommy, baby thirsty.” The whole line laughed.

The mom and I began to have the typical pre birth chat. When is your do date? How was your first birth? She asked about my birth.

“He was very late,” I said.

“Did you have a C-section?” The mom asked with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Yes.” I said.

Suddenly another women anxiously jumped into the conversation…

“Oh have you read that book that talks about how bad C-sections are for a baby. I had no idea of the consequences for an infant’s health. Are you feeding him different foods so he doesn’t develop allergies.” She paused awaiting a reassuring answer.

“I didn’t have much of a choice.” I said looking at her with raised eyebrows, trying to convey my surprise and annoyance.

“Well did you save your placenta for encapsulation? You know that’s critical for his immune system,” she said raising her voice.

Thankfully it was our turn at the front of the line so managing the lemonade order abruptly ended the conversation. I fully expected her to follow me down the street.

Perhaps because I live in California I am more prone to these types of encounters. From conception well into childhood, parenthood and the decisions we make become part of the public conversation– our actions, or lack of them, become judgment of our character, our capabilities as parents and by extension competence and respectability as adults.

This is not my only public assault I have experienced. It has occurred frequently around whether or not to have a second child. I have a physical disability, but it may not be apparent unless someone sees me use my arms or if I am having a particularly bad day and I have difficulty walking. On days I look “able bodied” I have been urged to have another child, questioned why I don’t have one yet, scolded for depriving my child of a needed sibling. In one of the worst experiences I had a grandmother follow me through the mall telling me of the advantages of a second child and providing all of the consequences for my child’s future because of my selfish behavior.   None of my explanations provided relief of this verbal assault. It wasn’t until my son literally ran away did I escape.

Many people would say, ignore these people; tell them it is none of their business, it’s easier said that done when at times it occurs on a weekly basis. For a variety of reasons, none of which are disability related, I most likely won’t be having a second child. This is a heart breaking decision and I am very aware of both the pros and cons. I have a sibling and always thought my child would have the same. I have had to accept my decision and mourn the “loss.” Yet, the healing and acceptance of this decision is painful when my choice is part of public conversation and private urging by friends.

As if this isn’t challenging enough I have to deal with people’s opposite judgment when they discover I have a disability.

“Your lucky to have one”

“How can you expect to manage with two.”

“Well you won’t want them to be disabled.”

“Of course you’re not having more.”

“Is it hard for you to manage?”

“You must be tired.”

“You are an inspiration.”

“You are amazing.”

“I feel so bad for you.”

“How can you keep up with him?”

“Does he act out because you can’t keep up with him?”

Why is public judgment of parenting so present and yet help with the daily tasks of parenting in general not part of community support? It takes a village to judge parents on how to raise a child, but we do not have a village to help us care for them.



Through this blog I hope to explore my joy and struggles of learning to be a mom. Along the way I will share some of my stories as a mom with a disability, not for pity, not to be an inspiration but because it is a fundamental part of me. I am a spastic mom that frequently spills milk and rebels against the notion of “Leaning In.” I prefer to recline with a cup of tea!

One thought on “Disabled Parenting Project Guest Blog Post #3: Spastic Mama: The Public Parent

  1. Oh my goodness spastic mama it’s so good to hear I am not alone in this! One minute I get ‘oh you are so great with your daughter’ and the next it’s ‘how do you manage?’ As for having any more, well, unfortunately the challenge of proving myself as capable the first time nearly broke me, so mentally couldn’t contemplate it. Great post!


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