…Because I Don’t Have Kids

Wonderful piece thank you so much. I now always respond. When asked have i children. Dead or alive? That i find makes others think about what they have actually asked. Soul sister hugs.

Different Shores

I’ve stolen that title from Jess, who has written another great piece over at My Path to Mommyhood

As a couple who couldn’t have kids, I sometimes wish we did more “thumbing our noses at the situation”, as Jess describes it – like going out for dinner in the middle of the week just because we can. I was always very defensive with mums when they moaned about how hard parenting was:

You don’t get an unbroken night’s sleep? I haven’t had one since I was 18!

You never go out? Try a full-time office job and see how it saps your midweek motivation! 

You can’t even have a dump on your own? Try a lifetime of silence without any kids at all!

I suppose between the lines I was screaming “Don’t you get that I couldn’t have kids?”. I was pickled in self-pity; it got tiring: all it achieved was an impasse between me and…

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Historian with inquisitive mind. Learning to live a new way of life with permanent brain injury and PTSD. Still laughs a lot. This site is to help me try and write again. I started it last year but it's taken me this time to be able to manage it all a little better. Brain injury is really the invisible disability.

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