We’ve Got This: essays by disabled parents
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The first major anthology by parents with disabilities.
How does a father who is blind take his child to the park? How is a mother with dwarfism treated when she walks her child down the street? How do Deaf parents know when their baby cries in the night?
When writer and musician Eliza Hull was pregnant with her first child, like most parents-to-be she was a mix of excited and nervous. But as a person with a disability, there were added complexities. She wondered: Will the pregnancy be too hard? Will people judge me? Will I cope with the demands of parenting? More than 15 percent of people worldwide live with a disability, and many of them are also parents. And yet their stories are rarely shared, their experiences almost never reflected in parenting literature.
In We’ve Got This, parents around the world who identify as Deaf, disabled, or chronically ill discuss the highs and lows of their parenting journeys and reveal that the greatest obstacles lie in other people’s attitudes. The result is a moving, revelatory, and empowering anthology that tackles ableism head-on. As Rebekah Taussig writes, ‘Parenthood can tangle with grief and loss. Disability can include joy and abundance. And goddammit — disabled parents exist.’
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We’ve Got This - Eliza Hull
Praise for We’ve Got This
‘We’ve Got This shows what’s possible — that disabled people make brilliant parents. Eliza Hull is a skilful curator. This book should be mandatory reading for healthcare professionals, educators, and everyone wanting to be a better disability ally.’
—Carly Findlay, author and activist
‘A vital book for all disabled, d/Deaf, neurodiverse, and chronically ill people. The sheer variety of experiences and wisdom contained in this anthology has made the idea of our own journey as parents feel so much more secure.’
—Daniel Sluman, poet and activist
‘A powerful reminder that becoming a parent isn’t the exclusive club that non-disabled people often consider it to be. Full of warmth, wit, and wisdom, We’ve Got This makes for essential reading.’
—Emily Ladau, author of Demystifying Disability
‘This book is a revelation and full of beauty, humour, and grace. It’s hard to be what you can’t see — thank you to Eliza and all the parents in this book for sharing their stories to help my daughter, and others, see ever more possibility.’
—Amy Webb, author of When Charley Met Emma and Awesomely Emma
‘We’ve Got This sparkles with insight. The stories of disabled parents in this book prove that love and ingenuity are a powerful combination.’
—Al Etmanski, author of The Power of Disability
‘Eliza is a legend — and a great advocate for our community. This book will help a lot of people!’
—Dylan Alcott, Paralympian
We’ve Got This
Eliza Hull is a contemporary musician, disability advocate, and writer based in regional Victoria, Australia. She has been published in Growing Up Disabled in Australia and has a children’s book titled Come Over To My House. Her music has been used in TV and film, and she was awarded the Arts Access Australia National Leadership Award, the Women in Music Award, and the Music Victoria Award in 2021.
We’ve Got This: essays by disabled parents, edited by Eliza HullScribe Publications
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Published by Scribe 2023
Introduction and interviews © Eliza Hull 2021
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Photographs courtesy of the contributors and Lucy Catchpole (James and Lucy Catchpole), Charlotte Gray (Cathy Reay), Laura Proctor (Christa Couture), Chris Hadley (Joanne Limburg), Marie-Françoise Aunos (Marjorie Aunos), Leah O’Connell, Firefly Photography (Daniela Izzie), Darling Nikki Photography, @darlingnikkiphotography on Instagram (Oscar and Estefani Arevalo), MaryJane Witucki (Kristen Witucki), James Spencer (Jaclyn and Garry Lynch), Shira Rotem (Liel K. Bridgford), Fi Mims (Kristy Forbes), Leah Jing McIntosh (Shakira Hussein), and Micah Jones (Rebekah Taussig).
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Contents
Introduction by Eliza Hull
Nina Tame
Sam Drummond
Micheline Lee
Lucy and James Catchpole
Cathy Reay
Christa Couture
Ricardo and Donna Thornton
Jasper Peach
Joanne Limburg
Marjorie Aunos
Jax Jacki Brown
Daniela Izzie
Oscar and Estefani Arevalo
Debra Keenahan
Kristen Witucki
Jacinta Parsons
Jaclyn and Garry Lynch
Brent Phillips
Mandy McCracken
Brian Edwards
Neangok Chair
Liel K. Bridgford
Kristy Forbes
Shakira Hussein
Rebekah G. Taussig
Introduction
by Eliza Hull
Being a disabled parent is a rebellious act. Disabled people should have the same right to parent as anyone else, but often when we decide to start a family we are met with judgement and discrimination. We are questioned rather than supported. We have to push up against the medical system, which is particularly problematic for disabled people. And we have to confront how ableist society’s model of parenting is, even in the twenty-first century. Yet, despite all this, we still choose to parent. And we are damn good at it too!
I became a parent seven years ago. I’d always had an innate drive to have a family. As a child, I wrote in my diary that one day I would become a mother. My parents always hoped I’d have children. When I told them about my desire to be a mother, not once did they discourage the idea; they were excited and supportive of me starting my own family one day.
I have a physical disability, a neurological condition called Charcot-Marie-Tooth. It affects the way I walk. I fall over regularly and have muscle and sensation loss throughout my body. Lack of circulation creates freezing cold legs on hot summer days, and I am consistently fatigued and in pain.
When I first seriously considered having children, I spoke to my neurologist. I had the hugest smile on my face: at the time I was in love and elated just thinking about the possibility of children. I’ll never forget his stern and unforgiving look in response; he couldn’t hide his disapproval. Silently he wrote notes on his computer as I waited. After what felt like hours, he lifted his head, adjusted his glasses and began to flood me with questions. ‘Have you considered your options? As someone with Charcot-Marie-Tooth, you have a 50 per cent chance of passing on your condition. Have you looked into genetic counselling? We could do a panel blood test again? Do you think you will be able to manage?’
I felt like I was crumbling. Shame overcame me. We’re taught to trust medical professionals, so his words really stung. I’m used to discrimination: I’ve had people stop in the street and pray for me. I’ve been stared at and ridiculed. But this was far more insidious: this was someone in a position of authority, someone who I was supposed to trust, suggesting it would be best if I didn’t have a child in case they were like me. It affected me deeply. I can still feel the pain in my chest from that day; it flares again in moments of self-doubt.
In June 2014, we found out I was pregnant. A rush of adrenaline filled my body and I had a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, uncertainty and excitement. The neurologist’s questions haunted me: how was I going to do this? I grappled with other questions too. Would the pregnancy be too hard on my body? Would people judge me? Could I manage? What if I fell over while holding my baby? At times my head was a whirlwind of anxiety.
I spent hours searching bookshops for a volume about parenting with disability. I wanted to feel represented, read a story like mine, know it was possible. I needed reassurance, to find a friend on the page saying, ‘Yes, you can do this.’ But there was nothing out there. In all the stacks of parenting books, there were no mums like me. I felt incredibly alone.
Where were the disabled parents? Why couldn’t I think of any movie or TV show that included a parent with a disability? In Australia, where I live, more than 15 per cent of households have at least one parent with disability. In the United Kingdom, there are more than 1.7 million disabled parents, while in the United States more than 4.8 million households have a parent with disability. Even though these statistics are so high, we are represented nowhere.
I knew representation mattered – so it became my mission to share the stories of disabled parents, to help other disabled people know they’re not alone, and to show it’s possible. I searched for other disabled people worldwide who were parents, and little by little I felt less isolated. It became an obsession, and I created a pool of people who I could reach out to. It began to feel like a community of sorts, a way for us all to feel connected. The common thread was that we all felt underrepresented and alone in our decision to parent.
This led me to create the audio series We’ve Got This with the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC). For the series, I travelled around Australia sharing the perspectives of disabled parents. Time and time again, I witnessed that families with disabled parents are just like any other family. Of course they grapple with physical and attitudinal barriers in society, but in their homes all the families I met were thriving.
The thing is, when you’re disabled you have to constantly adapt. On a daily basis I have to find unique, creative ways to get around barriers so that I can navigate the world freely. Parenting demands the same kind of innovation. You have to adapt, find solutions, learn about your baby and be constantly flexible.
All new parents know the feeling of bringing your baby home and wondering: how the hell do I do this? Disabled parents have an added layer of pressure. Often we feel judged and misunderstood, like the world is watching and waiting for us to make a mistake. Yet because we are already masters at problem solving in daily life, we are perfectly placed to master the art of parenting.
Within this book you will meet parents who identify in a variety of ways. Some parents identify as d/Deaf, disabled, neurodiverse, or chronically ill. Some prefer to call themselves ‘disabled’; others prefer ‘person with a disability’. My decision to use the subtitle ‘essays by disabled parents’ was one I didn’t take lightly. In the end, I chose to put our collective disabled identity first: I wanted to express pride and reduce the stigma that we as disabled people continue to face.
Personally, I identify as both a ‘disabled parent’ and as a ‘parent with disability’. I constantly switch back and forth. Recently I have begun to say ‘disabled parent’ a lot more and have realised that any discomfort I have ever had with this is my own internalised ableism, stemming from the messages I have continually been fed that disability is a deficit.
The parents who share their stories in We’ve Got This are ingenious, creative and adaptive; they constantly have to navigate physical, attitudinal and social barriers within society. They have faced discrimination and they have had their choice and ability to parent questioned. This is especially the case for parents with intellectual disability. What these parents show us, though, is that parenting isn’t black and white. There shouldn’t be a template we all follow to the letter. Parenting as disabled people demands we let go of the ‘standard’ or ‘right’ way to do something; instead, it’s about being creative and flexible – and children are so beautifully open to being adaptive. These stories show us all how rigid the conventional ‘template’ of parenting is, and these parents display an inner strength that any parent would envy and could learn from.
How do parents who are blind push a pram or measure the right mix of formula and hot water? How do parents who are Deaf know their baby is crying in the night? How does a mother who’s a wheelchair user get her baby in and out of the cot, or out of the car? Ultimately, it’s always about thinking outside the box.
Throughout my parenting journey, I’ve learnt ways to be adaptive and innovative. I’m now a mother of two; I have a seven-year-old girl, Isobel, and a two-year-old boy, Archie. At the moment I’m in a world of sleepless nights, pushing prams, and going to storytime at the library.
When Archie was a baby, in the stillness of the night, I would run my hand along the cot, gripping each bar to lead me to the nursing chair, as I held him in the other arm. I grasped the cot tightly as I nestled him in my arms. Every movement was calculated. My senses were alive as I navigated my wobbly, unsteady legs. I had five pillows stacked on the chair to sit on, so I could get myself up while holding a sleeping Archie.
As I slowly moved towards the cot after feeding him, I wondered what it feels like to be held by me. I smile thinking that perhaps the way I moved, the rocking back and forth as I walked, is part of what soothed him to sleep.
Being pregnant the second time was no easier than the first. When you’re disabled, you’re constantly told by medical professionals and society at large that you ought to be fixed or ‘cured’. This fed into a belief that my body was weak, breakable and incompetent. For the whole pregnancy I was riddled with fear that I would lose them, that my body was not stable enough to house a baby. Because of my disability, I also regularly fall over, so this added extra stress. During both pregnancies I visited the maternity ward regularly so I could have the baby’s heart rate checked: sometimes after a fall, other times just because I was anxious.
Archie is now a bubbly toddler. He is very different to my daughter. He is a firecracker, full of energy and charisma. At two years old, he loves to run, so I have found it challenging to take him outside the house. When I take him to the park, I go with friends or my partner, who I can rely on to chase him if needed, or I contain him in a little trike that I push and he can’t get out of, which my in-laws gave us as a present. Luckily he loves being in it, and it’s a wonderful way for me to stabilise as I walk, similar to pushing a walking frame.
At a regular check-up when I was pregnant with Archie, as soon as I waddled in with my large pregnant belly, the obstetrician said, ‘I’m hoping you’re not going to do this again to yourself: no more for you.’ In what world is this appropriate? I should have said something, but I was shocked, so I bit my lip and shrugged it off. What I wanted to say is: how dare you make assumptions, because I’m disabled, about what I choose to do with my body. Instead, the same feeling I’d had when my neurologist questioned me sank in again. The shame washed over me and the immense pain kicked in, causing my heart to feel heavy.
It happened again when I was having an ultrasound. The sonographer asked if I could pass on my disability. I said, ‘Yes, there’s a 50 per cent chance.’ Her mouth dropped open like a fish, before she said, ‘Okay, let’s see if we can see anything wrong.’ I gulped. In that moment, I thought, ‘There’s nothing wrong with me’ – but I couldn’t say it aloud.
I have to be honest: having a 50 per cent chance of passing on my genetic condition is not something that’s been easy to grapple with. I am proudly disabled, yet I have still worried for my children. I know what kind of world they are coming into; if they have my disability, they will face discrimination, barriers and physical pain, among other societal challenges. This knowledge is hard to navigate.
People may judge me for choosing to parent while knowing this, but who better to make this decision than someone who’s lived with my disability for decades? I am proud of who I am and wouldn’t change a thing about me; I want to instil the same pride in my children. I want them to know that whoever they are, it’s okay.
The thing is, it’s not my disability that disables me: it’s society. Being a parent affirmed this for me. As soon as I had kids in tow, I noticed the stares get longer. People began to ask more intrusive questions: What happened to you? What’s wrong with you?
When Archie was still little and I needed to get him out of the car, I would lean up against it to steady my legs. I pushed against the car in a squat position with the weight of my body as I slowly manoeuvred him out: everything was done with utmost care and concentration. Yet I always got stared at when I did this.
One day I was pushing Archie in the pram up a slight incline. A man yelled out at the top of his lungs, ‘Are you okay? Are you in trouble?’ It shocked me. Of course, he may just have been wondering if I was going to make it to the top. Perhaps he was just a caring person, unaware that his comment could be construed as offensive. Or maybe he genuinely wanted to help? But such intrusions never get easier. As other disabled people do, I ask for help when I need it; this felt like an invasion of privacy when I was just going about my day.
Once, when my daughter was eighteen months old, she fell over in the street and I couldn’t pick her up because if I did I would lose my balance and fall. People stared at us, wondering why I wasn’t lifting her up and soothing her. One lady said, ‘Gosh, can you pick her up?’ Such judgements hurt. I’ll never get used to it, but as I’ve become more and more proud of my disability identity it affects me less.
Having children was the catalyst for me embracing disability pride. When I first became pregnant, I was still grappling with internalised ableism. I am not even sure I used the word ‘disabled’ to refer to myself before that. Having children has enabled me to embrace my authentic self. If I’m not proud of who I am, then what is that modelling for my children? I knew if I wanted my children to be proud of who they are, I had to be proud of who I am.
Now Isobel knows my limitations. She’s a beautiful child who knows all about disability. She will move toys on the floor in the house out of the way so that I have a path to walk along without falling over. I love the feeling of her hand in mine as we cross the road; she will often hold it extra tightly in case I fall. Sometimes she will help pull me across the road so we make it while the lights are red. The first time she noticed I had a disability, she said, ‘Mum, why do you always walk like a penguin?’ How innocent and sweet. We laughed and laughed together about it.
One day, when we were in the line to get into preschool, a child from her class asked, ‘Why do you walk like that?’ The mother first tried to shush her child, then she looked at me and back at her child and said, ‘She’s been in an accident.’ She knew it wasn’t true. She knew I was disabled, and not from an accident, but obviously to her this explanation was too hard, the word ‘disabled’ too daunting for her to tackle. As we moved away from them into the kinder room, my daughter looked up and said, ‘You’re disabled, Mum’ and smiled knowingly.
I take immense joy in knowing that my kids have this sense of pride. They are part of a diverse family where disability is celebrated and accepted – not something to be feared. Now, when asked, my daughter always says proudly, ‘My mum has a disability.’ This is one of the many positives of being a disabled parent: seeing compassion, kindness and openness to all differences grow in our children. Ultimately this builds a more inclusive society for everyone – after all, our kids are the future.
One of the biggest barriers that parents with disability face, especially parents with intellectual disability, is lack of support. Often we expect parents to be autonomous, to parent alone without the required supports and education. In many countries in the Western world including Australia, the United Kingdom and the United States, up to 80 per cent of parents with intellectual disability will have their kids removed. This is mostly due to these parents not being given the chance to learn, or adequate support so that they can keep their children in their care. Often children of parents with intellectual disability are portrayed as victims and parents are seen as incompetent and are infantilised. Yet if given the required supports, parents with intellectual disability make incredible parents. The grief for parents with intellectual disability when they are separated from their children has a profound impact on their health and wellbeing and that of their children. My hope for the future is that we can put more in place to support parents with intellectual disability to keep their children in their care. This would need to be a safe, non-judgemental support system that doesn’t set these parents up to fail.
Another barrier to parenting as a disabled person is involuntary, non-therapeutic sterilisation, which has been carried out in Australia since the 1800s. Unbelievably, coercive or forced sterilisation is still an ongoing practice in Australia, often occurring under a pretext of being in the person’s ‘best interests’. Disabled people, especially women and girls, are still having their choice to parent stolen from them. The exact number of sterilisations being carried out is unknown, but may be increasing. In the United States of America, most states allow forced sterilisation today. Laws allowing forced sterilisation exist in thirty-one states as well as Washington, DC. In Canada in 1986, the Supreme