Surely @User7842462 is only being ‘honest’ about her own experience and the way that she interprets the experiences of those around her through her own (remarkably gloomy lens). Like a pp, I have no reason not to be honest, and this is not my experience at all.
Becoming a parent didn’t fundamentally alter my life a huge amount after returning to work from maternity leave. Having DS was an always interesting and usually very pleasurable addition to a life that had already been good, after the newborn stage, which I didn’t enjoy. Like, @User7842462 , I have one child by choice. We had no family in the UK, and moved to a new part of England when DS was six months, so all childcare, day and night, was paid for, and we both work in demanding FT professional jobs, but were senior enough to be very flexible by the time we had DS.
A couple of things have almost certainly helped. We were both turning 40 when DS was born, so had reserves of patience and resilience, a comfortable joint income, a strong, long marriage, and had done a lot of studying, travelling, moving countries on a whim, partying etc over the previous 20 years, so taking a step back wasn’t a huge sacrifice. DS, while he was an irritable, challenging, high-needs baby (and is still a challenging 12 year old, though a delight), is healthy, and has no additional needs. I had a child with someone I’d been in a relationship for many years, and whose character I knew. He’s an excellent father and husband. We are both in good health (I have no birth injuries). We had a very practical conversation about exactly how we would manage a child, childcare, juggling work and parenting etc, as neither of us ever contemplated being a SAHP.
I still prioritise my needs when necessary. I’m more effective at work since I had DS, and I notice it too with friends — childcare constraints make you work smarter. I maintain good friendships with friends with and without children. We moved countries when it became clear this would be the best option for all three of us. I don’t post any photos of DS on social media. I’m not bothered about Instagrammable ‘magic moments’ because our day to day life is pretty good. The nicest things that have happened recently were going to a concert with friends last weekend, and going for lunch one on one with DS on Tuesday. No photos exist of either. It’s great watching him develop more independence and rediscovering my own freedom to run out and see a film if someone phones unexpectedly.
Life isn’t perfect by any means, and the teens are looming, but it’s certainly satisfying enough. I’m not deluding myself, propping up a shit man, or presenting a falsely smiley face to the world. I would have been differently happy if I’d chosen to stay childfree, but I’m delighted to have DS in my life. I don’t recognise this grimly dutiful existence of relentless hard work and mistreatment.
Im certain it’s some women’s experience, but it’s not mine. Nor do I see it around me.