Last week I was in a dressing room, and I overheard the salesperson in the next room talking to a customer. (What? No, I wasn't spying, they were talking loud and I was trying to distract myself from the fiasco that is trying on bras.) The salesperson was talking about her grown daughter, who struggled with drug addiction. "After she went into rehab I learned it can be genetic and skip generations," she told the other woman. "My mom was an alcoholic, but I'm not. If I had known about the genetics I never would have had children." "Oh, you don't mean that," clucked the woman. "Oh yes I do." said the salesperson firmly.
I've been thinking about this ever since. Nowadays the nature versus nurture debate has morphed into something that recognizes the two factors--genes and environment--are utterly intertwined. And this issue hit home because, well, in addition to wide feet and fine hair, alcoholism and about 17 different mental illnesses (depression is the biggie) run in my family. Oh, and alcoholism and depression also run in my husband's family. That's a mean genetic cocktail.
I thought about this before I got pregnant, but obviously it didn't deter me, perhaps because I've managed my own manifestations of these things. But it worries me for my child. Often.
So now I'm wondering if anyone else paused before procreating because of what they could pass on, and how people manage the concern once the die has been cast.