In 2019, I wrote a personal essay titled, “Paying the Price,” and submitted it to the Pen 2 Paper writing contest, a “disability-focused creative writing contest.” That year, in addition to submitting in the Nonfiction category, I also submitted my essay to the Oleb Books Personal Essay category, meaning my essay, if chosen, would be included in an Oleb Books Anthology about parenting and disability. 

Five years later, I am so proud to share my essay, “Growing Up with Me and My Invisible Disability,” has been included in the recently published anthology, Accessing Parenthood: Stories By and About Parents with Disabilities.

During the last five years, my essay has been slightly edited and re-titled. (I admit — titles are not my strength. The editors politely informed me I needed a different title, one that would “add some pizazz that will pull readers in and make them curious enough to read on.”)

A few details are no longer accurate — namely the ages mentioned and the fact that our Los Angeles Clippers now play at Intuit Dome. 

But the emotions and the lessons learned haven’t changed.

Here are just a few passages from my personal essay:

“If I agreed, made the plans, and went horseback riding, would I be demonstrating the valuable life skills of perseverance and resiliency? Was my let’s-do-it attitude fortitude or stubbornness or stupidity? Was my go-getter-ness a refusal to submit to my disease or a life-affirming decision to go out and do things that might seem scary, hard, and uncomfortable?
“I didn’t know.
“I did know I wanted Ryan to grow up believing in himself and believing in the value of trying new things. Many things — food, music, places, experiences. Because they’re new and different. Because he’s curious. Because he wants to find out for himself. 
“I wanted Ryan to grow up living his life.”

“Through my actions and my words, I am trying to teach Ryan the broader definitions of strength, perseverance, and bravery. And along those lines, I’m trying to teach by example broader definitions for disability, pain, and handicap.”

“Maybe I hadn’t planned on being a mother with an inivisible disability, but it doesn’t change the way I love my son. Maybe I am teaching my son lessons I hadn’t expected to teach him. Maybe Ryan’s levels of patience, empathy, and sensitivity have grown exponentially while he’s growing up with me and my invisible disability.”

You can find out more about this unique collection by clicking here. 

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