Cristina is a World Childless Week and a Professor in Political Communication and Journalism at the University of Oslo, Norway. She is author of three books and the winner of the 2008 Denis McQuail Award for Innovating Communication Theory. She spoke about the power of writing and childlessness in her Facebook Live.Read More
Throughout the weeks to come and starting from today, we've compiled the links to sites who are also sharing content that the team and Champions think you'll love to read because the creator writes to our daily theme.Read More
Creativity is what I know best, and during some of my darkest times I turned to drawing.
While I love to write, I found sometimes words are just too challenging, or have the tendency to put things in a box.Read More
Dance was my first love and first great loss in life. I was injured at 18 in an RTA that left me with back issues and chronic pain-unable to pursue my career in dance. So like most of us I’d felt huge loss before. Yet nothing prepared me for the intense and ongoing loss of becoming Childless.Read More
I created this in a place of great emotional pain. In the piece you can see many elements that are quite animal-like, scales, teeth, tentacles, eyes. All writhing around each other, all-consuming and dangerous.Read More
A dark haired toddler stands next to me and whimpers.Read More
I started researching childlessness because I have a direct experience of it. My husband and I were, a few years ago, diagnosed with unexplained infertility. For those who are not familiar with this condition, it means that while the medical tests of both of us are totally fine, we do not get pregnant and medicine does not know why.Read More
Her motives are unclear
She took our son so dear
Stole life's most precious gift
and now he'll be adrift
I wrote this song to try to express feelings I was/am having about my own childlessness. I never thought for a minute that I wouldn't have a child of my own, but I waited to try to conceive and, as it turns out, I waited too long.Read More
Hello my name is Anna and I'm 38 years old.
'Tick tock' I don't have children... 'lucky' so I'm told.
Holidays and parties and dinners made for one
yes life is so much richer with no daughter or a son.
What's that you say 'married yet?' Well no, may never be!
Just as you said what is the point when 2 + 1 = not three?
Yes I may have 'saved myself' or 'waited' far too long,
do you think it might be impolite to ask me what went wrong?
The truth you see is hard to tell, for you it's hard to hear.
You listen to the answers then what you do I fear
- instruct me how to make things better, advice to put things right,
when you became a mother your 'life changed overnight'.
'You are not a real woman, unless you've given birth’
you didn't think that statement through I AM for what it's worth!
You view me with suspicion and with a narrow mind you see
a selfish, narcissistic maid who just wants to be free,
free to spend my money on what the hell I choose,
designer bags and fragrances, the latest Jimmy Choos.
Career that's it! A child won't fit for what I have in store
assumed of me at 33 with opportunity to explore.
So I should do the same as you? I want it I should 'try'?
You'd think I'd opt to 'just adopt' alone I would get by.
My surrogate? No thank you but your offer very kind
that isn't what this issue is, your condolences? Never. Mind.
I choose my words to not offend and cut my story short
despite the probing questions you supply me without thought.
I listen to the chit chat, what your cherubs ate for tea,
temper tantrums, mood swings, how you clean up poo and pee,
your choice of schools, your lack of sleep but what you'll never know
is how I envy you for this. I gave it a good go.
A heart with love enough to share for those that aren't my own
I've played in dirt and kissed the hurt from scrapes to broken bones.
Told tales to send them into dreams of mystical faraway places
and helped young hands build castles of sand and learn to tie shoe laces.
So why on earth I worry, of what you think of me?
When it came to pass that greener grass was never meant to be.
I mind and I can't help it and worry though I might,
that you may think my childless life could be an oversight,
and stranger when you ask me tread gently and with care,
do not assume the right to know my life, my cross to bear.
Be thoughtful in your asking and when the time is right
I'll share with you my story and shed a little light.
A womb is not a purpose and if it is unused
do not presume the reason or a woman's right to choose.
Stories they may vary and not every scar will heal.
Stop, think and ask yourself just how good you would feel
if your life path and existence was questioned at each turn,
with each new face in each new place your story keen to learn.
To a couple dealing with infertility, it seems like nothing is clear or certain.Read More
We have our first competition winner!Read More
A beautiful poem by Grace to share with you.Read More
The plants need watering
but have sprouted all the sameRead More
I created this pencil drawing last year while in the very rawest part of my grief. It was at a time when I finally lost all hope for a child of my own, and with that I have found that all of my hope in general have disappeared.Read More
One aspect of my loss is not being able to share my favourite books with my childRead More
5th August 1981. I first held my cousin in my arms when I was ten years old. As an adult, I understand that ten years is a long time to wait for the arrival of a child.Read More