From a selfish perspective the birth of my niece takes the pressure off me. I have always taken it for granted that I would have children. I am reconciled now to the fact that this will never happen. Some people are unsuited to parenthood and I am one of them. It’s not that I dislike children – far from it. I’ve worked as an au pair and was everybody’s favourite teenaged babysitter. Jobs I loved, jobs that fuelled the fantasy of one day getting married and having a family of my own. I did not know then that I would be diagnosed with a severe mental illness, that I would develop social phobias that prevent me from going out and meeting people. In the ‘Known Allergies’ section of the personal notes in my real life diary I have written ‘people’.
It’s a hard lessen to learn but I am not destined for motherhood. The world would be a better place if more people reached this conclusion. Not every biological need can be fulfilled. Not having children is a more painful sacrifice than choosing to have them. The state of childlessness required more maturity and courage than simply churning them out regardless of the kind of person you are. I need to be true to my conscience and that means denying myself children. It’s hard but that’s life. And I must deal with it
Tags: ambition thwarted, babies, children, mental illness, motherhood, niece, regret, self denial
May 11, 2010 at 9:41 am
*hugs* I’m sorry that you feel this is necessary.
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