Have you seen or felt the gap of friendship widen as friends become parents? Have you struggled to find mutual ground and felt pushed aside as they navigate to other mums, cancel dates or suddenly appear with a baby in tow when it was supposed to be a girl’s afternoon? Have you had a situation where a friend who you thought understood has suddenly made a comment or sent a photo that totally broke down the bond you had? Who was it who pulled away, perhaps you did and are happier for it; or maybe there is lasting sadness? Or have you stayed friends with someone who really has been there for you and tried to understand even when they truly don’t? Maybe you’ve reached out and reconnected with a past friend or created a whole new friendship circle.
How do you feel about building friendships, are you confident to reach out to mums, the childless and childfree alike in order to build bridges and create understanding?
Strong emotions may come up when we navigate our lives without children around friends with kids. It’s often difficult to talk about these feelings and difficult to live with them. In this workshop I show how we can approach our feelings and emotions through art and we learn that art is the language of our emotions – and the best part: You don’t even need to be good at it!
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Childlessness can place a huge strain on our friendships, so much so that Jody termed it the #FriendshipApocalypse. Those who become parents may envy us our supposed ‘freedom’ whilst we may envy their experience of parenthood and the socially acceptable status that goes along with it. As their children grow up and we pass through the menopause transition, things may begin to change again; sometimes we ‘get our friends back’ only to lose them again to doting grandparenthood.
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"You're too Emotional". "Don't be so dramatic". "You shouldn't be so Sensitive". "Aren't you over that yet?"
Long, long ago in a lifetime far, far away…
We will call them Laila and Sasha. They are both the heroes in their own stories. They both see the other as one who did the other wrong. In the end, who can say who was right?
The day I had my hysterectomy, my heart broke. My lifetimes dream of becoming a mum was taken from me as I slept under anaesthetic.
After University, I stayed part of a loose group of friends who, in later years, have roughly divided into two groups: The Queers and The Mums.
You have a son! I have a nephew! And he’s wonderful. He’s a gorgeous bouncing rainbow baby that you’ve waited for, for a long time for.
What is a best friend, anyway?
Maybe she’s the one you climbed trees with when you were six.
Dear friend,
We’ve been friends for over 30 years.
Over the last year I thought quite a lot about my role in people’s lives, and their role in mine.
Your morning at the St. Petersburg Pier Playground would be raw enough without suffering the inquisition that is to come.
She was kind and friendly. She listened when I told her my life story. She cried when I would talk about my feelings.
Inclusion and well-being, the heart of our workplace culture
Everyone here should feel they belong
When my mum died and I was alone in the world you welcomed me into your family with your husband and 4 children.
I’ve been pretty lucky with friends in my life over the last few years.
I remember reading a childless blogger, years ago, writing that they didn’t think they would ever have good, close friends. I found that devastatingly sad.
When I ‘came out’ as a childless man in my late sixties, I knew I’d surprise some old friends. They were used to seeing me as ‘Robert, the permanent bachelor’, someone who was reasonably content with his life.
So many times I’ve felt as though I’ve ended up alone floating down a viewless river with no way to get off, while my friends have been on a different, more picturesque route filled with family fun, laughter and love.
“You do not understand how it is like to have children” Ouch. That hurts. A lot.
Despite being a bit younger and from a different country, you were like me: An independent working single woman.
Does being pregnant and then miscarrying mean you are now childless? What am I actually?
Katie and Catherine-Emmanuelle get curious about the composition of their own social circles. Are they made of parents, childless or childfree friends?
Issues with female friendships (particularly with those who become mothers when we do not) are such a common part of the involuntarily childless experience that I later termed it ‘the friendship apocalypse’ of childlessness.
Many friends were lost during IVF due to lack of understanding. Babies and pregnancy shoved in my face by those who could not comprehend, shattering my vulnerable heart each time until I could no longer see these people I call friends without wanting to fall apart.