Which is usually a cause of alarm for most people I know. Only this time it's not about painting the kitchen orange...
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It's about whether having a global life means there is a higher incidence of PND. I have four other friends who have had it (still have it) and we are all from families that are scattered across the globe. We lack close familial support, we lacked the knowledge of the NZ system, we lacked best friends who knew us well enough to know when we were in the throes of "fake it 'til you make it!" Global families make it a necessity to be outgoing and forge new friendships quicker than you would have previously. It means relying on a network that may not have much shared history or proof that you are able to pay it forward to them in the future.
I'm thinking along these lines as another friend (also from a global family) has just had her first and I am wondering if she will also fall prey to the Twilight Zone... And if there is anything I can do to help before the fact.
I'm not sure if it is possible to prevent it from hitting. I know that some women are more prone to it due to prior depressive tendencies. I know that the support you have in the early days can make or break it. Especially that from your partner. But what can I do to help other than watch for the signs? And letting her husband know what to look out for... And tell Stud1 to have a man-chat with him?
I'm a believer in letting new mums find their feet but I also want to help...
Guess it's time to sit down and think this through!
Good thing the coffee is strong this morning. I need the strength today!
Really wonderful and touching, the way you write about it.ReplyDelete
I met someone the other day who seemed to be in the throes of "fake it 'till you make it" as you so eloquently put it. She was smiling and talking about how well things were going but her eyes kept filling with tears. I remember something similar happening to me when I had PND... but it was the first time we'd met so I told myself to mind my own business. How do you even broach the subject with a relative stranger?ReplyDelete