Originally posted on Mind Candy:
Growing up with a disabled mother is only an issue if one of two conditions applies to it which are that they make an issue of it, or the child makes an issue of it. If neither of those applies then having a disabled parent is not that unlike having a regularly abled parent. Sure there are people that point out a disabled parent has things that perhaps they cannot do, but they rarely look to things that they can do which is far more important.
Having grown up with a disabled mother I never had the opportunity to dwell on it, that was just the way things were and I accepted that. There may have been times for instance that she couldn’t get in the pool, but that didn’t stop her from being at the pool. Maybe she couldn’t get up and teach me how to dance when all the kids were eager to learn because we all wanted to mimic the moves of our favorite character from Grease, but she could be there and tell me what to do and show me as best she could. There were times she couldn’t even get out of bed because the energy just wasn’t there, but that didn’t stop her from still spending time with me whether that meant I crawled into bed alongside her to watch television, read to her, knit an afghan with her, or just talk. Physical activities she may not have always been able to give me, but time was always available and in retrospect far more valuable.