![]() ![]() ![]() Charlie tells people my PhD is about him and while this is wildly inaccurate (another trope of the big brother) it is also sort of true because I research representations of Down syndrome in narrative fiction. He occasionally puts me in a headlock and calls me names, but when he introduces me to his friends they all know who I am because he talks about me often. Like all big brothers, Charlie is as impressed by me as he is unimpressed. He quizzes my partner about his intentions and hits on most of my friends. He watches over me, teaches me how not to suck on the playstation, takes me out for coffee. I’m not sure if I worried more, or less because my big brother Charlie has Down syndrome.Ĭharlie is amazing but he’s amazing in the same way most big brothers are amazing. ![]() What if I wasn’t a very good mum? What if my career suffered? What about my life in general, would I still have time to read and write and walk the dogs? What about money, could I even afford a kid? I worried about the birth itself and what nappies to buy and which car seat to get… But, mostly, I worried that my daughter would have Down syndrome. When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter last year my first thoughts were all negative ones. ![]()
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