My Mother, Myself

Daily writing prompt

What’s a mystery from your own life that you’ve never solved?

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The mystery of being a child is that you do not realize that your parents are your tethers to the earth until they are gone. That’s why losing a parent hits you in the face whether you were close to them or not, whether you were young or not. There is a feeling of being unmoored that lasts years when the person who brought you into the world isn’t there anymore. All of that relational and narrative logic is just…. gone.

The mystery of being an adult whose mother has died is trying to figure out where they end and you begin. What’s the continuity at play? What things was I holding onto because it was relatable to her, but is no longer necessary? Your parents mold your identity, and when they die you find that the role you played might not be the person you actually are.

I am trying to find my way in the aftermath of my mother’s death, but it’s a different pace than it was in the beginning. There’s no clinging to the old…. in the beginning, the steps were slow. Now, it is about full integration of the new normal…. being the person I need to be to survive in the world, not catering to her preconceived notions of who I should be to her or anyone else.

There’s no sense of buffer between me and the world anymore, and I have handled it poorly in a lot of ways. But what I will say is that there are things I will never understand and cannot ask.

I needed early childhood intervention because I had cerebral palsy, autism, and ADHD. All of these things made me a different kind of kid. Yet follow-up was never done once I’d gotten the placeholder diagnosis of “hypotonia.” All of the paperwork on my disability was just hidden in my mother’s closet, and my sister found it after she died. It was just the plan never to tell me anything concrete, so that I was always unsure whether I was disabled or not.

Her expectations of me were mostly based on me being fine when I wasn’t.

I just masked a lot and tried not to need anything.

That’s over. I do not have the physical ability to mask anymore, and the mystery is all being solved inside me. I’ll get the help I need on my own.