Im glad you’ve finally reached out. It takes a really strong person to admit when they’re struggling, I feel better for it already even just telling my husband! I’m still waiting to hear back from the hospital about birth reflections…hopefully I hear back soon cause I’m desperate to know what went wrongThat’s exactly the reason women don’t tell people about it or don’t speak up about how their feeling because they are scared it’ll be dismissed or nobody will listen. It’s heartbreaking to hear I’ve been struggling to with my mental health from I had my baby nearly 5 months ago, I had a long, difficult labour and a really tough recovery period and finally went to my GP the other day as I’d had enough of it and was finding it hard to function and do day to day basic things and look after my baby. Im on medication now and my HV knows now too and referring me for birth trauma counselling and also going to a private councillor for depression and anxiety. The hardest part was telling people, I hope you get the help you need and keep on at drs etc until they listen to you, you shouldn’t have to keep on at them but sometimes it’s the only way to get anywhere!
Awful isn’t it? You feel more frustrated because your feelings are not valid & that you should miraculously be ok.This response fucks me off more than anything!!! I hate how women’s feelings and experiences are totally downplayed. I had the same response from family after my traumatic birth ‘he’s here now and that’s all that matters!’ Yeah it’s great the baby is fine but have a thought for the mother who’s actually going to remember and cope with all of the tit they went through.
the first few weeks after baby was born everyone was so helpful, with the physical stuff, but when I was bawling my eyes out daily & struggling with my hormone changes no one really bothered to ask if I was ok?Once I thought my hormones had balanced out I started to get tearful again, low in mood & felt really worthless! I even started to question wether my son was actually mine, and was I actually pregnant, cause following my dreadful C-section, being put to sleep, I didn’t actually meet him for 2 days as I was so sick after. I keep irrationally thinking that someone has just found him randomly and given him to me and said he’s my son. I even question wether they mixed the wrong eggs & sperm in the lab cause I don’t see any resemblance to myself in him at all…
(Wow, writing that down I feel like I’ve gone abit cookoo, but it’s genuinely how I’ve been thinking recently, it’s so horrible)
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