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Guilt and fear: My experience with post-natal anxiety disorder

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Approx Reading Time-12A new Mum has earnestly shared her experience about how she has battled the guilt and fear brought on by post-natal anxiety disorder.

 


I have recently been diagnosed with post-natal anxiety disorder. As a mentally strong person, this came as a shock to me. In order to assist in my growth, and hopefully others, I’ve decided to jot down what I’ve experienced, what I saw and felt as I turned into an emotional marshmallow in the months after having my son.

The first thing that struck me was the vast social change you see in yourself, and what others see in you. Every shred of confidence you had as a person – the thoughts and ideas and things that made you interesting – is ripped away. You have a screaming, pooing, life sucking “bundle of joy” who everyone would prefer to see than you. Being a new mum is extremely isolating. You could be enduring the barest of grim situations (not showering for three days or eating for two) but no one asks, or looks, or cares. It’s all about bub. All of this leads you, in a hormonal fog, to question if your friends and family are who they claim to be.

In my months of motherdom, however, two of the more common feelings are fear and guilt.

Even those who were the best decision makers will now agonise over the smallest things. I stood for hours deciding what wipes would be the best to wipe his bum with, which soap to put in the bath, which clothes to put on him, whether he is hot or cold. Once the decision was made, I would second guess myself for the rest of the day.

Guilt is a large and varied part of new motherdom. There’s the guilt at not bringing in your share of income to the family. As someone who put career first and earned more than my husband, the transition into the role of housewife was an extremely tough one.

Or the guilt at not loving my baby enough. I really struggled with having this crying, hungry, smelly, completely dependent but amazingly cute child hanging off me all the time. As soon as my husband went back to work, it was all on me, and I felt guilty that I didn’t love the situation as much as I should, or as popular culture deemed of me.

There’s even the garden variety motherly guilt. I vividly remember waking up one morning when he had slept through. Good news, you might think. Well, no. I had four hourly alarms set 24/7 to wake up and feed him, as he was slow to gain weight. I must have turned off the alarm in my sleep and we all got a few good hours of rest. This resulted in days of worry about what that week weigh-in would be.

The guilt of being on my phone too much, the guilt of watching too much TV, guilt at falling asleep while feeding, guilt about having too small a house, guilt of wanting to quit breastfeeding, guilt of not walking enough, the guilt of taking him out too much.

The guilt I could handle, but the fear was far worse.

I have read a study that fear is actually a safety mechanism programmed into women’s brains to prepare for emergency situations, and therefore, keep their baby safe. However I have also read that this is a significant symptom of postnatal depression.

I was walking, with my bubba safely-strapped into the pram, along a bike track. There are many bridges over the coastal creeks along the path, and I could not stop thinking about him falling, pram and all, into the creek and drowning. These were not just thoughts, but vivid images (almost hallucinations) that felt so real that they would take my breath away. This happened walking down stairs, standing on balconies, using knives or about anything that had a slight edge of danger to it.

So after nine months of growing this amazing child and then nine months of worrying about him, it was time for me to go back to work.

I used to be able to go to a medical emergency and lead a team of medical professionals through life-saving algorithms and procedures. Upon my return, my professional nous was extinguished by the nagging question: “if I couldn’t get a baby to sleep without crying…how can I save this persons life?” While I’m now regularly back at work, it seems vastly foreign from what I left, both in staff and experience. There are large parts of the evening where I watch the clock. Strange as it seems, but the career that I treasured no longer seems like it’s for me.

But there are vast positives, for I’ve developed a higher level of empathy. Every dying child is your child; every child left without a family is your child; every single awful situation is potentially yours. This is the same for the wins; every new mother on the commercial is you, and you empathise and you cry.

Gleaning from what I’ve learned, I honestly don’t think women can have it all immediately postpartum. We are not hormonally programmed to leave our babies with families and strangers for long periods during the day soon after birth. So, I’m not saying let go emotionally, or distance yourself from these feelings, but externalise these thoughts to those you love; or at the very least, keep one foot firmly planted in that bucket of salt.

 

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  • Claire Healt

    “As a mentally strong person…” Sorry but what an awful thing to say. Are you suggesting people who suffer from anxiety are somehow mentally “weaker” than others? Are you trying to quietly indicate to the reader (and reassure yourself) that you’re not really like “those people”, the crazies? I mean you’re competent. Your strong. You save peoples lives, right? For gods sake – anxiety has nothing to do with who you are. Anxiety is something that happens TO you. And it doesn’t discriminate – in fact, it could develop in almost anyone under the right conditions. Surely you of all people, after having had this experience, would understand that? I’m really surprised that phrase slipped past the editor…talk about perpetuating stigma. My god, just goes to show how far we have to go as a society in mental illness awareness…you really need to go and pick up a book/ask a medical professional and learn how anxiety works as soon as possible. Maybe then you’ll see it’s nothing to do with being “strong” or “weak”.

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