So...I'm 50 years old and although I knew my mom was a drinker, I never got the connection.
I was actually standing at the pick-up-line, in my son's school that I had an Aha moment...
A friend was talking about her son's FAS. It was the 1st time I realized that you don't have to "look" a certain way?! The twins were really "good looking boys."
Fast forward a few years and here I am...
Initially self diagnosed, a friend invited me to a lunch with a speaker, to prove I didn't have "it".
Within 5 min of listening she mouthed "I'm sorry".
I stayed for the presentation (I think she thought I'd leave.)
I insisted we take the speakers to dinner. It was so comforting to know that there were others that think like me. Some better off and some not so much.
I no longer feel "stupid "!!
I grew up knowing I wasn't wanted and 6 mo in the womb, my mom went to Denver to have the cancer removed...They told her "it" would come out on its own in 3 months.
She didn't have any idea who the father was.
She told she couldn't have any more kids after my sister was born, 8 years prior.
She went back to Tucson and it was business as usual, bar-tending and partying.
My sister was being raised by our Gramma.
I grew up knowing that God wanted me here! I can't get enough awareness out there. I'm not holier- than-thou by any means. I do give God all the credit. I don't push my beliefs on anyone. I just know that without HIM I would not be here, nor would I have the ability to be vulnerable and share my story!