I’ve got a bit of travel on in the next few weeks, which means there will be some articles coming – and I’d love to tell you about my start to finish resources that I use as an author (from AppSumo to ZZZZZ), Five essential author tools (including Evernote), and Sleep Hygiene for horror writers. […]
I’m going to add a rare trigger warning to this post, as it talks about miscarraige, mental health, loss, and infertility.
With that, I also want to explain why I chose this subject instead of talking about another character or book.
Firstly, it’s a reality for us right now…
People that are closer to me will know that post-graduation, in 2011, while looking to see where next, my partner and I started trying for a baby. My mental health was actually ok, and while I was on meds that weren’t ideal, we were assured that they would cause no problems (that my doctor knew of). So, we tried. And we lost them, very early into the pregnancy each time. And just saying that, I’m really sad and tearing up because though they were early, I knew each and every time. It’s hard not to, when you’re testing, and hoping and…yeah.
Almost two years ago, we called time, because my mental health was screwed so badly – in part because of what we’d gone through, and in part because other things failed in my treatment (at the mental health unit itself), so things were bad, and they started trying seriously contraindicated meds on me. Around the time that they did, I discovered a body of evidence that suggested Seroquel, which I’d been taking and suddenly failed to work on me, was also linked to early loss. Which was something I really didn’t need.
Given how easily I had my first two children, I didn’t think that we’d ever hit these problems. My fiancee of nearly eleven years (we bought a house and wanted to have our family before getting married. We bought the house, so far…) isn’t the father of my first two children, but still, we were pretty mystified. And because it was happening as it was, and my aversion to doctors, I didn’t get help, and we limped along as best we could. I researched a lot and discovered that secondary infertility might be a lot more common than people
Because of my age…
I guess a lot of why it’s a part of me right now is also my age. I’m not *old
And because I’m writing a book about it…
I know that my blog here mostly talks about fiction, but I do write – and actually currently only have available – non-fiction. I’ve written a bit of a
I didn’t write this for sympathy, and if I’ve upset anyone I’m sorry, but I did feel that talking about it now meant (a) it was going to be less of a surprise for others, and (b) it affirms that I’m doing it, which is something I sometimes personally need.