When my daughter, Lily, was just a year old, we discovered she had spina bifida. Since that moment, our family has made a concerted effort to ensure she feels loved and accepted for who she truly is, never doubting her ability to engage in activities alongside her peers. In many respects, we consider ourselves fortunate; after undergoing significant spinal surgery at the age of three, her condition improved considerably. Despite some ongoing weakness in her legs, she is mobile. However, she faces challenges, such as being doubly incontinent, which inevitably sets her apart from her friends.
Living with a hidden disability poses unique difficulties. Explaining to other children why she requires assistance at school or why she uses a different restroom can be quite awkward. It’s also tough for some of her peers to comprehend why she might come to school in one outfit and return home in another. As a mother, I often struggle to articulate her condition to new friends and their parents. The complexity of her situation goes far beyond simply having a young child in diapers; it includes the use of catheters, bowel irrigation pumps, medication, and frequent accidents—including nearly daily bedwetting.
Overall, it can be incredibly disheartening. On particularly tough days, I find myself in tears, wishing she didn’t have to navigate these challenges. I long for her to experience day camp like other children her age or to participate in sleepovers without the constant worry over bathroom schedules or the potential for unforeseen accidents.
Despite these challenges, I put on a brave front, assuring her that everything will be okay while we work our way through these hurdles. I tell her that no one notices the bulky diaper she wears beneath her dress, and I reassure her that it’s entirely normal for me to accompany her to the restroom. If her legs occasionally give way, I remind her that no one seems to notice her stumbling.
I initially believed this approach was appropriate. As a positive mother, I wanted to create an environment where her hidden disability was seen as just that—something invisible to others. However, everything changed when Lily, now ten, expressed her feelings with a few poignant words.
At this age, she is becoming increasingly self-aware. She loves wearing pretty dresses and twirly skirts, but like many children her age, she can also be moody when things don’t go her way. On one particular day, she felt her dress wasn’t right, which led to an emotional outburst. I knelt down, held her hands, and reassured her, “You look lovely. You always look so beautiful.”
“No, I don’t,” she replied, prompting me to amplify my encouragement. “You really do. You’re smart, funny, kind, and caring. You have beautiful hair, a lovely face, an amazing smile, and long legs. You are perfect!”
“I am not perfect!” she shouted back. “Stop saying that! My body doesn’t work right! I have to wear diapers to bed every night and I still wake up wet! You always say I’m perfect, but I’m not. Nothing works right, and I hate it! Please, just don’t call me perfect!”
As she cried, I held her, allowing her to express all her pent-up emotions. After she calmed down, she decided to change into her favorite blue dress. I wanted to delve into her feelings, but I didn’t know where to start.
Had I been wrong to treat her as “normally” as possible all these years? Should I have opened a dialogue about her condition, sharing that I felt sadness and frustration too? Should I express my fears about her future and the possibility that she might struggle to find someone who loves her for who she is? Should I admit that the permanence of her condition breaks my heart more than anything?
While I can’t change her circumstances, I took the opportunity to talk with her about her feelings.
“I hate it,” she said right away. “I hate being different from everyone else. I hate having accidents at the play center and having to change my clothes. I hate needing extra assistants to go on school camp. I don’t want any of this!”
“I understand,” I replied. “It’s tough. I wish it were different too. Just like I wish my thighs were smaller.” This made her laugh and seemed to surprise her to hear that I also have insecurities.
While my struggle with body image doesn’t compare to her challenges with a hidden disability, I’ve learned that fostering a positive body image in our children should be balanced with discussions about imperfections. Ignoring these issues will not benefit my daughter.
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In summary, I’ve come to realize that candid conversations about our flaws and vulnerabilities can foster deeper connections and understanding between parent and child. Sharing our imperfections can help children feel less alone in their struggles and cultivate resilience as they navigate their unique challenges.
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