The theme of this book is, of course, motherhood. However, unlike many of the books and movies about motherhood, I express the unpleasant views and experiences of someone who has had a very tough time as a single parent to a special needs child. I rarely speak of motherhood in the usual popular glowing terms because it has been more painful and difficult for me than it has been enjoyable or rewarding. A difficult pregnancy, bad post-partum, and little-to-no family help, all exacerbated by the fact that my son isn’t…well…“normal”.
My pain and my struggles are nothing new and I believe more of us are white-knuckling it and pretending to be happy when, honestly, we aren’t. These stories are intended to resonate with people on the basis that none of us really know what the f*%$ we’re doing. If anything, this should be treated as the anti-self-help book, a “How Not To” guide to life. Often the stories are meant to be funny. Also I say a lot of things that are potentially offensive and I curse a lot. (Like a lot.) Ultimately, though, this collection of autobiographical short stories are intended to be as cathartic to read as they were to write and if I can make one person besides myself feel less sad or alone or lost or hopeless, then I will have achieved my goal.