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Stop The Clock!
I can’t stand ignorant people. I started this blog after my son was born and it was immediately a place where I could write about my feelings towards his birth. Those of you who know Ghostwritermummy know my reasons for blogging, my story and my feelings about birth trauma. Those of you that don’t, please take a look at my birth trauma page.
That said, Idon’t expect everyone to understand or even agree with many of my opinions, worries and anxieties. I don’t expect everyone to want to read about my experiences and trust that those who aren’t interested simply choose not to read. I have *touch wood* never, EVER received a negative comment on this blog to date (you watch, perhaps I will be inundated now…) and so generally feel that either people get me and accept me or they just don’t comment on posts that are obviously emotive. Thank you.
Yesterday I read an article in the Daily Mail, about one of the ladies in the Birth Trauma Association’s Facebook page. This very brave lady told her story to a reporter in a bid to raise awareness of birth trauma and Post Natal Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I love her for doing this. The article raises awareness in all the right ways. It’s just a shame that some people who left comments decided they were going to verbally trample all over the estimated 50, 000 women a year in the UK who suffer a traumatic birth.
Some of the comments that have been left on this article are truly ignorant. I’m only glad I didn’t read them eighteen months ago but so sorry that Lucy had to read them in response to her story. Ignorant people need education. Please take a look at this article on Maternity Matters today, This is why we need to educate people about birth Trauma. Or, feel free to simply move on, read another blog and go about your business. Nobody is forcing you to agree with me. I’m just asking that you respect my feelings.
Nine years ago today, I woke up to find the fridge had accidentally been switched off over night.
Nine years ago today, I spoke to my sister on the phone. She was calling from Sydney to tell me she wished she was in the UK.
Nine years ago today, I spent AGES getting ready. Much longer than usual and I still looked the same when I’d finished.
Nine years ago today, it was sunny. Really sunny. No clouds in the sky and barely-a-breeze-sunny.
Nine years ago today, I cried a tiny bit.
Nine years ago today, I laughed a LOT.
Nine years ago today, I got married.