When I started this blog, I both wanted an outlet for my thoughts and feelings about navigating my way through life without kids. I didn’t want it just to be about the tough bits of my life; I wanted it to reflect the good things about my life too, the things I can do and enjoy precisely because I don’t have children. I wanted it to be honest.
I wanted to show others that the world doesn’t end when you can’t have children. The world goes on, and our lives go on and become fuller, more meaningful. There’s a lot of room to fill up when we say good-bye to infertility, and I think many of us fear we will never fill our lives. But we do. You can. In my years of volunteering, I felt very valued and fulfilled. I knew I’d already learned a lot, and by being honest about my own feelings and experiences, I knew that I was helping others. And I hoped to continue that here.
But there’s a dilemma when blogging the No Kidding life Because even though I’ve accepted my life, and love my life, it doesn’t mean that there aren’t still a few twinges of pain and loss. And whilst it is cool to be the beacon of hope that life will be good, I think it is only right to be honest and acknowledge those ouch moments too. Which is why I wrote my previous post.
I don’t usually focus on the difficult parts of my life, the parts that remind me that I don’t have children, because ultimately that’s not the way I think or feel anymore. I don't want to be pitied, I just want to be understood. And I’ve posted before (here and here and many others besides) about the positives that come alongside those losses. But there are times, when we hear things in the media or others say things to us, where I just roll my eyes or sigh in frustration, and respond. Sometimes, life, society, individuals give us no choice!