Challenging the single story of motherhood

make motherhood diverse

Make Motherhood Diverse is an act of inclusion.

Because when we look at representations of motherhood in our society awareness demands we ask, where are the black mums, the brown mums, the differently-abled mums? Where are those caring for children with additional needs? Where are those with tattoos and piercings, pink hair or those who just don’t care about their appearance? Where are the gay mums, the plus sized mums, the working class mums?

Where are the mums who might tick several or all of these boxes? 

This space is dedicated to trying to give all versions of Motherhood the chance to be heard.

STORIES

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Mothering autism

Arthur was diagnosed with autism at age 3, a year after his little sister was born.  From the age of around 18 months, I was less and less able to identify with others experience of motherhood.  From the slowing down of development, the lack of speech and the extreme meltdowns, it was becoming clearer that what was happening in my house, wasn’t happening in others. 

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Elephants

There are many different boxes in this world or circles as some like to call them. They’re opportunities to distinguish one group from another. They’re also a tool used to categorize people based on factors out of their control. So, since we’re on the topic let’s talk about the elephants in this room. I am a black, inner-city London, 18-24-year-old, child of a single parent, overweight, dyslexic and dyspraxic, unmarried mother, student, working-class woman. According to societal norms and values, this description of myself is a sentence purely loaded with social inequalities. 

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mOTHERING MEMORIES

We don’t look like mothers, those of us that whose children have died, and yet mothers we are. I had all the thoughts of a mother, all the feelings, and no outlet for them. I had had the experiences, birth, feeding, bad nights, good nights, I knew what to do and yet these things remained inside me

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