I should have been prepared for the question, but I wasn’t: “Mama, what are those scars?”
Trigger warning: This post deals with issues of eating disorders and self-harm and some readers may find it triggering.
Life is full of difficult conversations. Many you anticipate and ready yourself for. Others you simply can’t prepare, they just strike you in the midst of an ordinary day.
I was sidelined by one of these the other day. I should have been ready, I knew it was coming. Hell, I have had 15 years to prepare. A lifetime. But it hit me like a truck.
“Mama, what are those scars?”
Read more: “How the voice inside my head became an eating disorder.”
I looked and saw someone else’s body. I saw a victory so long overcome and so many years in the past that now I rarely even give it a passing thought.
I ducked and weaved and dodged the question. I kissed my dark-eyed son and muttered a non-answer of accidents and pain long, long ago. I sent him off to find his brother and sister and hurry them for dinner. I made him laugh at how our dog was sleeping soundly, snoring like the old-aged pensioner he is.
And then I breathed. I stopped and thought, one day I will have to talk to them about this – and it could be that ‘one day’ is coming sooner than I think.
How do mothers talk to their children of mental illness and eating disorders which took place in a different time? How do mothers answer questions about self-harm, anxiety or depression?
Top Comments
Thanks for this worthwhile article Shauna.
My kids are just 7 and 4, and have never asked... Though my 4 yo does sometimes trace the scars on my arms with her fingertip, accepting them like all the other bits of my body she loves...
I guess I'll try and work out what they can understand and may need to know at the time they ask.
It's good to know the are other parents out there with this one of many threads in their life tapestries...
Thank you for this...my depression and eating disorder was triggered by my endometriosis pain before I knew what it was and if I can have kids, I want them to know that I was so sad because I imagined a world without them and it crushed me. And that I'm different now because they're here. I truly hope one day I get to say that. Thank you for this post, I can only imagine how hard it is to decide what to share with your children...wanting to be honest, but not wanting to scare them.