Silent Sorority

Infertility Survivors Finally Heard

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March 11, 2021

Resentment Is Truly Hardwired, But Release Is Possible

Resentment, I’m sad to say, best describes my state of mind these days. This is not something I admit easily. Nor do I care for how resentment feels, so join me as I attempt some junior varsity psychoanalysis.  Where to begin? You know how it feels on days when you’re just on edge, hair triggered […]

July 13, 2015

No More Silencing: Speaking Our Truth

This guest post comes from Andrea Rose, teacher and budding artist. Andrea’s first husband became infertile due to cancer in their first year of marriage while they were in their early twenties. She and her current husband struggled with male factor and age-related infertility for over ten years. She has had to make difficult decisions […]

August 25, 2013

Do You Live A Taboo? I Do, Too!

UPDATE 8/27/2013: For those of you around the world who are unable to join us in person in New York City, we’ve opened up a page on our event website to share your thoughts. Please comment below and we’ll include you as virtual participants. …when a path wasn’t clear, the natural instinct was to go […]

October 16, 2012

Will It Be Fate or Destiny?

The steady falling autumn rain this past Saturday did not dampen my spirits one iota. One fleece, one windbreaker and a cheap hooded plastic poncho combined to keep me warm and dry. Amid the throngs, the thousands of students and alumni alike making their way into Ann Arbor’s “Big House” for Homecoming, I was transported decades back to when I was […]

June 22, 2011

I Was The Elder Price of Infertility Treatment

I clearly recall 10 years ago feeling wary and apprehensive about what my life would be like a decade later if I didn’t succeed in conceiving. When the nagging worries of an unknown (and surely unfulfilled) life took hold during a frantic last engagement with a team of reproductive endocrinologists at Stanford University Medical Center […]

October 26, 2010

Heart to Heart

Heart-filled conversations don’t often surface with work colleagues. I don’t like to bring grown men to tears, not the least of which because it usually gets me verklempt. “It has grieved me greatly,” he said with just the barest hint of Southern drawl, “to think I might have hurt you in some way…” “Oh,” I […]

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