Showing posts with label Miscarriage. Missed Miscarriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscarriage. Missed Miscarriage. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Therapy

You know what? I'm very very angry.
I went to a counselling session and discovered this.
I am angry at my useless body.
I am angry at the medical system that 'decides' that unless you've had at least two miscarriages,-it aint worth testing as to why. Cos, yeah. Why not put a woman through MORE grief. One miscarriage is obviously just par for the course. We should have at least two before we start getting upset.
I'm angry at Katoomba hospital emergency. I went up there bleeding and in distress and they admitted me straight away, but then left me sitting for THREE HOURS. No doc, no nurse, no nothing. Oh, I lie, -the triage kept on popping in to let us know that we were 'next'......for three hours.
I am angry at the woman I met inadvertently the other day who was drinking a schooner, smoking a cigarette and complained that she was 'pissed off' that she was pregnant again.
I am angry at friends and relatives that insist on comforting me with jesus platitudes, even though I have made it clear that this is not my belief. 'Your baby is safe and whole in the arms of jesus'....like I needed reminding that it would be disintegrated, rent apart, vaccumed out.
I am angry at Mr. The house remained a sty while I was on 'bed rest'. It got cleaned when I was sans pregnancy.
I am angry at my mum for telling all and sundry about my news. This has meant an enormous amount of explaining to people and dealing with 'you're showing!' (no,-just fat), 'bet you won't be able to keep this work up' (you'd be surprised) and various other indignities.
I am angry with fate. The most useless anger of all.
I have been advised to externalise the anger so it doesn't eat me alive. I should paint, write, swim like a demon. Trouble is, I don't want to.
The other joyous thing about personal nastiness is the magnificent distance of 'friends'-I get it though. I get the 'too hard basket'.
I am very very angry at myself and my judas body most of all. There is no history of MC in my family. I would have to be the groundbreaker. So great. Where do I go from here?