Hello! While the pandemic has left me unable to immediately recognize what day of the week it is most mornings when I open my eyes, I did recall this weekend that it’s blog anniversary time.
Yep. First week of February = Surviving in a Mommy Mad World Coming2Terms launch. This year marks 14 years. Fourteen blogiversaries?? Some have been more more memorable than others.
February 2016 was a time of reflection and great anticipation — an election year when a woman was gearing up for a White House run. (Doesn’t that feel like a lifetime ago?)
February 2009 had me wondering if my efforts to bring new attention and understanding of women coping with infertility and involuntary childlessness made me a dreamer or a masochist.
2021 makes me recall, with great longing, how it felt to be in a different time — pre-pandemic, pre-FaceBook, Twitter, Instagram, Reddit …. TikTok and whatever comes after that — when blogs ruled. Those were the salad days when we could, you know, focus …
You have no idea how many blog posts the past year I’ve formulated and abandoned. Each one a bit raw, a bit too edgy.
Life Postponed – Pandemic
Blog writing, amid all the adjustments and real life worries caused by a life-threatening disease, felt a bit self-indulgent. Headlines from the front lines terrified me. Most days, I’ve been more than fine fading into the background, to simply do my part and stay away from others.
Sure, we put a long list of plans and travel on hold. We racked up a long list of rain checks with extended family and friends. But, we had food on the table, a streaming service to escape into and a yard that allowed us to get fresh air.
Now, as we mark one year of living in pandemic hell and awaiting vaccination, I wonder, is this a good time to start blogging again?
There are some blog posts I have desperately want to write this past year:
—how living in near isolation felt kinda weirdly familiar. Infertile women, as a rule, are masters at withdrawing socially. Along the way to accepting that society doesn’t know how to be with us or to see us, we developed great skills in the whole avoidance thing.
—how the ‘essential’ versus ‘non-essential’ worker thing felt quite judge-y. Again, an eerie reminder that society ranks — whether overtly or covertly — our contributions.
—how the latest “feel bad for mothers” coverage resurfaces infertility marginalization, IVF loss and related trauma …
“As a psychiatrist specializing in women’s mental health, nearly every mother I have treated during the pandemic fights through decision fatigue, rage and a feeling of powerlessness every day.”
So, um, yeah, that last one. Well, that blog post is gonna need more time to write. Suffice to say, I totally understand how mothers are fighting fatigue, rage and a feeling of powerlessness during this pandemic. But let’s be clear, mothers aren’t the only women fighting fatigue, rage and a feeling of powerlessness.
Stay tuned for more. Meanwhile, drop by in the comments and say, ‘hello’ — let me know if you’re still out there in bloggie land and why or why not.