It is National Infertility Awareness Week. Just saying it (well, typing it) makes my heart swell. I am absolutely filled with love and hope as I see so many advocates cheering on those who are struggling and really working to #flipthescript. My heart is full and I’m proud of my sisters (and brothers) in infertility. I’m proud of their commitment to flipping the script and to educating the public. I’m proud of their attitude towards research and moving closer to understanding infertility. Mostly, I’m so freaking proud of their bravery…. and not so secretly wanting some of that bravery to rub off on me.
I’ll be honest… only our closest friends know of our struggles. Well, let me re-phrase that, I have only told MY closest friends of our struggles. My husband is much more open about it, which completely boggles my mind since he is such a private person. Anyways… I have struggled with whether or not to post anything about NIAW. And the weird thing is… I have no clue why! Why am I not shouting from the rooftops that we are struggling with this? I am constantly in a position where I could talk about it. Friends, family and co-workers are constantly getting pregnant. I’m always asked when we’re going to start trying (which, as we all know is the worst question of all time). And yet, I always shrug it off. “Ohh, we’re just enjoying married life” “Ohh, one of these days” etc. etc. etc. I even had a co-worker tell me that, gasp, it took them 3 whole months to conceive. And you know what I said? NOTHING!
I had read an amazing post by Heather from thecysterstory and it talked about the feeling of failing. Failing yourself, your spouse, your expectations etc. It got me thinking… am I afraid to share what we’re going through because I’m afraid of exposing my failure? Will others view it as a failure? Am I the only one who views it as a failure and I’m just letting my head turn into a hamster reel (not un-likely)? I don’t know that there are answers to these questions but I have to believe there is an answer to why the hell I can’t get over the hurdle. Obviously there are so many people who are struggling (1 in 8 HELLOOOOOOO) and not everyone is talking about it. I feel guilty that here I am, living with this and I’m too afraid (if that’s the right word) to speak up and let those other 1 in 8ers know they’re not alone. W. H. Y?
So, I started thinking about the worst thing that could happen if I announced it. I figured I would get a lot of “my cousin tried this” “it’ll happen when it’s meant to” all of the advice that I’ve heard 290838402 times. I can live with that. But then, I thought about those struggling who have been struggling for so much longer than we have. I got to thinking about whether or not I had earned the right to announce, publicly, that we are plagued by the “Big I”. Sure, these two years have been hell but what about those couples, families, individuals who have been struggling for so much longer. What if my 2 years feels the same as my co-workers 3 months… a moment in time, nothing to be upset about?
At the end of the day… I’m scared. I’m not sure what I’m scared of but I’m guessing this fear is the same thing that has stopped me from going to the support groups, the meetings, the meet and greets. I’m hopeful that one day I’ll figure out what exactly I’m scared of and that I can be that beacon of bravery that I find myself looking up to lately.
P.S. If you’re reading this and have any tips for getting over this fear/anxiety/whatever the eff it is, I would love to hear it.
P.S.S If you are feeling the same way, maybe we can connect. I’d love to know I’m not alone!