When my son was first diagnosed with autism, I spent approximately one year knitting only garter stitch. Not because I didn’t know how to knit anything else, but because I didn’t have the mental energy for anything more complicated. It was soothing, and eventually I moved on to bigger things. Like purl stitches.
When I was a stay-at-home mom, and I was struggling with isolation and depression and a bad marriage, knitting came to the rescue again. I found knitblogs, and I felt less alone. I became a much better knitter. Finishing colorwork mittens and seamless sweaters both distracted me and gave me a little confidence, which I sorely needed. I found a knitting group and I made some friends.
Now I’m entering my sixth month of being (mostly) unemployed. All that time I’ve spent knitting over the last ten years continues to pay off. I have a part-time job at a fantastic LYS, where I am teaching and talking to knitters and inhaling wool fumes for several hours a week. I didn’t realize how much working had contributed to my General Sense of Self-Worth until I lost my job. Being able to go to the store and be useful and help people through their yarny muddles gives me a nice feeling of competence. Plus, new knitting friends!
I’ve seen some low moments in the last few months. But I understand that as problems go, mine aren’t that bad. And I really do wake up many mornings and think, “This is a good day. I can still knit.”
“And I still have Malabrigo in my stash.“