When I started blogging, one of the first topics I wrote about was motherhood. Before posting, I gave the series to my daughter Jess to read because I wanted her permission before publishing such a detailed account of her childhood. I think she was a little shocked by some of what I wrote, but she was fine with me publishing it. At the time, we talked about how it would be interesting if she wrote something for the blog from her point of view. She’s all grown up now, a thoughtful, well-adjusted adult with her own take on her childhood.
So, fast forward a year to yesterday morning. I open my email and find that she’s sent me a post (which is right after this intro). I was super excited because I’ve been hoping she still wanted to write something but I’m not the kind of mom who nags (much).
Also! Jess says she wasn’t sure what else people might want to know but if anyone has questions for her about being raised by an autistic mom, she’d love to answer them. You can leave comments or questions for her here or on my blog’s Facebook page. Maybe we’ll figure out some fun way to turn this into a mother-daughter conversation.
Okay, enough from me. The rest of this post was written by Jess . . .
As a student in college a few years back, I studied identity, mostly related to race, which led to a lot of writing and talking about myself. Because my father is Korean, a lot of my discussions focused on him. One day, one of my professors asked me, “What’s your mom like?”
“What?” I laughed, surprised at such a vague question.
“What is she like? Does she live with you? You don’t talk about her.” Continue reading A Little Something Different