It's Not Your Fault
Mood:
incredulous
Topic: Rants
A friend's child was recently diagnosed with
Asperger Syndrome and when they were told, they invariably received the "It's nothing you did, it's not your fault" line. Tony and I received the exact same words when Lauren was diagnosed with
BPES. I know why they deliver the line, but WHY…do they…always…deliver…the…line? It's always the first line they deliver too.
In our cases, the disorders are genetic – would anyone of average and above intelligence really believe they are at fault? What in the world could they have done?
Or, perhaps the question would be, what did they NOT do?
During the first few months after conception, genes are busy dividing like crazy and trying to get to where they are supposed to be. Maybe we are somehow supposed to rein them in, keep them in check. "Hey you, FoxL2, stop that and get back to your natural order" or “I said no. Stop that dividing right now – there’s only supposed to be two of you”. Kids don't always listen and do as you request when they're full-fledged human beings living in this world, why would they listen and do as requested when they're safely tucked inside the womb? Besides, what are you going to do if they don't listen? You can't grab them by the arm, drag their screaming butts down the hall, and shut them in a time-out with a "You can come out when you're ready to cooperate".
But kids are bombarded with all kinds of distractions, you say, while there’s not much going on inside the womb aside from the dividing. Well, there are about 25,000 gene pairs all trying to get to where they're supposed to go and be lined up nice and neat once they get there. But they’re programmed to know where to go, you add. Have you ever gone to a sporting event with thousands of people - all cramming the doors trying to get where they are supposed to be? They know where their seats are too, but it doesn’t make it any easier, any neater, or any faster. It's truly a miracle those genes end up exactly where they're supposed to in such a short amount of time and they all get there nice and neat.
Lest you think I’m unfeeling or don’t get it, I get it. I’m a mother. I understand about guilt. I know why they deliver the line.
But WHY…do they…always…deliver…the…line?
Posted by lifewithkids
at 12:01 AM CST
Updated: Friday, 27 October 2006 10:57 AM CDT