Completely agree with you Margaret and whisky - the acknowledgement of grief for what hasn't been (and might never be) is minimised in our society
It absolutely isn't childlessness grief olympics margaret - both infertility and miscarriage are sources of immense pain and suffering, and there is an acute lack of understanding by many (and a stigma attached)
I've experienced both infertility and miscarriage - and am now at the end of our infertility journey with my body, as Drs on both sides of the Atlantic have confirmed that I cannot carry, as my womb is unable to sustain a pregnancy. "At least you can get pregnant' was incredibly upsetting after my first miscarriage- because so what? It's not a relay race where we can pick up where we left off. Just because I got pregnant before doesn't mean I can again (and 'will you try again' involves starting from scratch with the physical, financial and emotional distress of IVF anyway). And as it turns out, that's as pregnant as I'm ever going to get. Whether I can't get or stay pregnant, the result is the same - we are childless.
Coming to terms with childlessness has been a much more traumatic experience of grief for me than the grief of losing my beloved Mum. Her death was a devastating loss, there is an enormous hole in our family left by her absence. I miss her every day. Yes, she was taken too soon (early 60s), but we are lucky enough to have had wonderful memories of a life well lived, and to have benefited from her love and wisdom.My family grieve her loss, but we have cherished memories of the time we had with her.
With childlessness, we have nothing visible to grieve. We are grieving the loss of hope, the loss of memories we never had the chance to make, the loss of a life we hoped to live, and likely never will. I was able to accept my Mum's passing because there was a certainty about it - she was born, she lived, she died, I mourn her loss, but she is gone and I know she will never come back. The pain of childlessness doesn't have the same certainty - you live in limbo of perpetual grief with no foreseeable resolution. And people always want to tell you about the unicorn stories of the miracle children - so how can you ever truly accept being childless when you can never truly rid yourself of hope. You can't ever move on.
When we reached the end of the road with our treatment, DH and I were talking about coming to terms with saying out loud 'we can't have children', and that sadly we would have to accept that I wouldn't get the same acknowledgement of bereavement as when I say 'my mum died', that there would be no recognition of the fact that they were both deeply painful losses.
I posted this before, but will again, because I think it articulates my own experience of 'the pain of never' heartbreakingly accurately