Infertility

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. In church we celebrated all the mothers in the room. Children were asked to hug their mothers and tell them “I love you, mom”. I saw teenagers give bear hugs to women who are younger than me. I sat frozen and held back my tears. I have been feeling waves of jealousy and sadness since then. I’ve cried three times since then.

I love my mother. I am afraid how lonely and alone, empty and devastated I will feel when I am her age and don’t have any children to celebrate Mother’s Day with.

I love you, mom.

#Infertility

Hi, my name is emmalisanne. I'm here because I have bulimia, mosly recovering, but dealing with infertility caused some relapse. I am writing a blog about it and I would love to connect with some people here and get suggestions.
My Story: Bulimia and Trying to Conceive

#MightyTogether #EatingDisorder

Hi, my name is espawn.

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Migraine #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Infertility

I’m so tired. I found out a few days ago that I cannot have children, I cannot get pregnant and carry a baby to term, let alone safely.
I have Lupus nephritis- lupus in my kidneys. I have anti-phospholipid antibodies syndrome, infertility is a major symptom of this condition too.
You kind of need healthy, functional kidneys to have a baby, and have blood that functions normally or at least efficiently enough- to carry a baby. I have neither.
People have been telling me “well you can always adopt!” But that’s not the point. Besides, I was adopted when I was a baby. I’ve battled with the difficulty of being adopted- I couldn’t adopt a kid to build my family as I couldn’t help them cope with their experiences when I can barely do the same for myself.
It doesn’t replace the fact that I feel so empty, knowing that I should be able to have a pregnancy. Every other woman on the planet is able to have a baby. Almost every woman on this planet has functioning organs and blood at the very least. I feel like I have failed in every single aspect of life a human could fail in. And on another stupid note, who on earth would want to marry an infertile, chronically ill, medically fragile women?! No one. Or at least not anyone who would fit my standards of basic human decency. I’ve been too disappointed by men who’ve tried to take advantage of me for those reasons.
I’m broken on a cellular level, my organs are broken, my mental health is broken… and now the one thing I was counting on, to complete in my life as a women? I am broken there too. I’m a failure of a woman, and a human. How do you move on in life when your future is wrecked in every single way possible, and it’s set in stone? Every option is awful and I’m so so tired of all of this. #Lupus #LupusNephritis #SystemicLupus #AntiphospholipidSyndrome #Infertility #autoimune #Vasculitis #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #PTSD #Grief #advisemeplease

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Grief is so weird and it's showing up around things I never expected it would. I worked in healthcare during the pandemic. I didn't touch another human being for nine months and when I came out of isolation after the vaccines, all my friends I was close to had moved away and had kids. The ones who stayed had gotten married and also had kids. I went from having a vibrant community to being suddenly left out of things because I wasn't a mom or part of a couple.

I tried reaching out, I shared how lonely I was feeling, and nobody heard me. I went to a "friends vacation" with this entire group. I was the first one who had to leave and when I asked if we could take a group photo before I left, one of them said "Oh, we already took it before you got here." Well, that was the final nail in the coffin for me. I pulled away from them and haven't spoken to some of the people in that group for over two years now. Not a one of them has reached out to ask about where I went or what's happened.

When I started having some weird health symptoms, I went to the doctor and was told that I could have cervical cancer. After testing, biopsies, ultrasounds, and bloodwork, (all of which I navigated alone), it turns out I didn't have cancer, just a hormone imbalance. But I also found out thanks to ultrasound images that it's essentially guaranteed that I'll never be able to have kids. I'm not married, I didn't plan on having kids any time soon even though I'm 34 and my biological clock is starting to tick faster. But to have had the choice taken away from me by my own body has been so hard.

Ever since I found out, it's been so painful to be around my friends who have kids. Seeing them happily married and their adorable families... Seeing that they have what I have wanted for so long and will probably never have. I just feel so alone and so sad all of the time because nobody else in my life understands.They all have their partners and their kids and I'm happy for them, but sad for me, and mad at life for being so unfair. I'm mad at myself for not being more intentional about dating even though I was so focused on my career and school. I've tried online dating but the entire process is exhausting and I get ghosted before I can even get to a first date.

And I feel so ashamed for being so sad. Because I am so lucky in so many other ways. I bought my first home at the age of 30, I'm working in a career that I worked to get into for 5 years, I have a cute dog, and the few friends I do still have are incredible. But it still hurts.

I’ve recently come to the realization that having a baby is something that will happen for me. Everyone keeps telling me to trust Gods plan and that miracles happen but to be completely honest, that makes it harder. Yes miracles happen for some people but keeping that hope alive, living my life in the maybe one day hurts more than just accepting that it will never happen. This is where the guilt comes in. I have 3 beautiful step children that I love so much and we get semi frequently. I know I should be thankful for all of the blessings I already have, but its hard. I love them and I know they love me but I still feel an emptiness. I see all of these pregnancy announcements and I still feel jealous and sad, and I feel guilty for having those feelings. #Infertility

I am 73, and I have PCOS. I have suffered from irregular periods since my teens which is also when I started to gain weight. By the time I was 18, I was overweight, depressed and had horrible periods. I went to a doctor who prescribed amphetamines and birth control pills. He never mentioned PCOS but I don’t think doctors knew much about it back then. It was 1968 and the drugs worked for me, although I would not recommend them since amphetamines are very addictive. But they helped me lose weight and lifted the depression. I kept the weight off for about 10 years but the depression crept in a few years before that. The birth control pills regulated my periods and hormones. I stayed on birth control pills until I was 24 when I wanted to get pregnant. When I never started my period after going off the birth control pills, my doctor gave me Clomid to start my period and I got pregnant the first time I took it. I had my daughter on Valentine’s Day 1976. I was never able to get pregnant again and the weight gain and depression started back in my late 20's. I was in my thirties when my doctor diagnosed me with PCOS. I had never heard of PCOS at this point in my life and all the doctor told me is that I will always have a hard time losing weight and getting pregnant. A few years later, around 1982 I had a cyst on my ovary burst and had to have one ovary and fallopian tube removed. It was extremely painful, I had sepsis and I was in the hospital for my daughter’s 7th birthday.

My daughter began to gain weight around age 9. She was diagnosed with PCOS when she was a teenager. She was having the same menstrual and weight problems that I had at that age. She was able to get pregnant, after 9 cycles of Clomid at age 26. My grandson was born in 2003. They wanted more children but were unable to get pregnant again. My daughter and I are both very grateful that we at least got to experience motherhood, since the disease causes infertility. We have both suffered from obesity, excessive body hair, irregular periods, anxiety and depression. We have had periods that last for months or I once went for two years without a period. We both have been on antidepressants and anxiety medicine. I now take 14 pills every day. I haven’t been able to lose weight since my late 40’s. I had a hysterectomy in my 50's so that took care of the menstural problems but not the PCOS.

I have heard a lot more about PCOS in the media the last few years and doctors seem to be much more aware of it now than when I was younger. Hopefully it won’t be too much longer before they figure out this terrible disease and maybe cure it someday.

Hi, my name is kennedylm23.

#MightyTogether #BipolarDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #ADHD #PTSD #crohn'sDisease #Diabetes #Infertility