Minion Monday, Oversharing.
Today a friend in a group I am in posted a piece about parents who overshare info on their child’s disability. (In case you’re interested, it is click here)
This prompted a really long discussion. It had each of us questioning if what we share is oversharing. Then it came down to why we blog. I thought about this for just a second and decided I needed to write it down. To say why I am here, and why I am doing this. I started the blog to share what life is like with Zach.
All the autism pages I found were either how to deal with others or to talk about their kids were on the high end of the spectrum. I had a kid who couldn’t talk. Who really couldn’t do anything a kid his age or even most kindergarten kids could do. He was still eloping, and elopement was not dealt with on any of the pages except to talk about how we lost another child to it. Also, all they talked about was autism. Which while they had a clear goal in mind and that is awesome, I needed to know there were other moms out there, not other autism parents. It started like that, but it ended up being so much more.
I needed to know I was more than an autism parent. I was still me, still a person. I still liked to laugh, cry and be reminded there is good in the world. I knew there had to be others who needed this too.
When I lost my dad I felt like a lot of me left with him, I was lost in so many ways and blogging helped me find me again. It still helps me, it is easier for me to process what is going on in my life, the good, the bad and even the lack of sleep. Just reading this has helped me and you don’t even know it, by simply acknowledging me, you are reminding me now matter how alone I feel I am not alone. The comments and the shares tell me that I connected with you in some way, and I feel less lost. Thank you for that.
Through blogging, I am meeting amazing people who I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet otherwise. I found out not only and I not alone, but I am actually helping others now and then. Comments that I have helped them understand their kids better, or even that they feel less alone themselves. There are very few feelings better than that knowledge.
I found people like me, who wanted to be seen as more than a mom, autism or not, and I am making amazing friends who are talented, loving and even if they live across the world from me I feel very close to them. Yes, I share about my son and his autism to I try and share in a way that I think he would be okay with, even if he can’t tell me he is okay with it. I talk to him, I tell him I blog, I tell him what I write. If he even acts remotely uncomfortable I don’t blog about it. In addition, his brothers all read these and they are more than okay with it, they look forward to my posts. (At least they say they do, hehe)
Do I overshare? Maybe, but I never say a word that I think he wouldn’t want to read later. I read each post and ask myself “How would it make me feel if it were written about me?”
One day I hope he will read this. Maybe even see how I felt and how very much I love him. I’d like think to I share in a way that will maybe make him happy; I know he makes me happy; even on those days when he can’t tell me what is wrong or when every little thing is upsetting him. He is still one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I am glad he calls me Mom. (Yes, even at 2 am for the 4th sleepless night in a row.)
Who knows, maybe this will help a future therapist to understand him.
Go take on the week! Happy Monday.