Finding my voice as a mother living with birth trauma and chronic invisible illnesses – and helping you find yours Opening up about anything remotely “taboo” is automatically “oversharing”, right? At least that’s what society has conditioned us to believe – as with anything, boundaries and professional help absolutely have their place here. There’s been…
The best and worst bits of being a mother are one and the same for me. It’s having the ultimate responsibility: nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to, no calling in sick, no emigrating, no emptying the bank account and doing a runner, no not-tonight-dear-i’ve-got-a-headache, no scrapping what you’ve done and starting again from scratch,…
I don’t think you could ever tell the ‘truth’ – it wouldn’t be fair. I remember walking along the sea front in the early months pushing a pram. I could catch the eye of any other mother and we would smile knowingly. It was almost like a secret club. Only you and they knew what…
When I gave birth to my first child in 2004 I remember feeling like I wasn’t in the room, but stuck in a big tunnel, cocooned from reality by the effects of the epidural. The midwife said, ‘Let’s get Mum up to the ward’ and I thought, ‘my Mum’s not here, is she?’ I couldn’t…
