No man is an island, but Plutonium Sox wonders if we're all fundamentally alone
"It was the ongoing battle that tipped the scales of doubt. Countless attempts to tell somebody. Subconsciously willing them to stop what they were doing. Wishing with every fibre that one of them would rouse from the preoccupation with their own problems and listen.
Just a few minutes, maybe an hour. Long enough to talk it through. To share the problem, gain perspective. Perhaps even some advice or suggestions. But above all, reassurance that this was not insurmountable. A gentle reminder from a friendly voice that this too shall pass."
It's been a long road but She Flourished is finally coming to terms with her postpartum body
"The thing that I felt most alone with was my body change. Alex could help me look after Rafe. He could provide meals. He could help me put on my weird socks that I had to wear after having the operation (for six weeks!), and help me give myself injections everyday for a week post birth with the stuff that stops your blood from clotting. He couldn't help me with my internal torture. Well, talking helped but the negative voices were stronger."
After heaving her third child Make a long story short is starting to feel like time is running out
"I have done the phase with a first baby, where everything is new and the fear and love nearly swallow you whole. I've done the baby-and-toddler phase, too, where I think back and all I can remember is sprinting, hands out, all my pans boiling over. But I don't think I'd ever before had a baby that shook me loose from my moorings like this. Not like this one has. I looked up one day and found myself down the river, not a soul in the water, halfway out to sea."
On her very worst day as a parent, Mrs H's Favourite Things learnt just how good a mother she was after all.
"Before I became a mother I could never imagine turning my back on a crying child. Especially not MY crying child.
Of course, I knew that children had tantrums but I foolishly imagined that my children would be different. They would be angels. And they would never tantrum in public or get so upset that I wouldn't be able to calm them."
So Happy In Town couldn't communicate with her little boy, until an NHS therapist suggested Makaton
"When I mention Makaton signing, I'm often met with blank looks. But when I say, “You know, Mr Tumble?” Well, now you're talking. Or not talking, as the case would be.
I realised my child wasn’t developing language when he was just two years old. I just knew. I can't tell you how many times I heard the words “he'll talk in his own time” or “boys always take longer to talk” (that was a favourite) but I just knew."