Further to this post, made almost a year ago, I'd like to say a little about what it's like to live with truamatic birth and PTSD now.
Physical and mental symptoms, in a bit of a hodge-podge:
- I still can't go to the toilet without manual intervention.
- I am no longer in constant pain but I am frequently in discomfort.
- I am not as continent as I would like to be.
- If I walk or stand for very long, bits of me bulge out into my pants and chafe against my clothing and my thighs. Not pretty. Not pleasant.
- If someone grabs my butt in an affectionate manner, the squeeze is quite likely to stretch scar tissue in an extremely painful way, especially on the left side.
- I am forgetful. I can remember some things very well, and hold long discussions on intervention births including statistics, and ten minutes later forget not only the statistics, but that I had the conversation. Luckily, I can blog. Someone recently put this well - it is a bit like vertigo, living with the constant knowledge that all the information in my head could fall out any minute.
- I forget words - simple vocabulary I use fairly frequently. This makes me look stupid and/or uneducated in company.
- I am tired - I can't meet any but the least stressful, friendliest people. I can't cope with other people's problems at all, especially not their gynaecological ones, though I try to sympathise. Reading the phrase "it's not good for my sex life" makes me cry or see red, depending on mood.
- I am afraid to talk to women who are pregnant in case I terrify them. What happened to me is a freak accident - a bit like the woman who was struck by lightning while pregnant - and is extremely unlikely to happen to you. You are much more likely to be run over by a bus. But I am still afraid of other people's births - I focus on advising them to be as assertive as hell and keep politeness to the minimum necessary to avoid rudeness, since I remain convinced that a bit less deference in my attitude would have changed things a lot.
- I cry when I hear of anyone who has a good birth. In a good way, but I cry.
- Television or radio representations of women in labour make me panic.
- I panic if I have to go to the doctor or the hospital, even if it's only to accompany someone else, such as my daughter.
- I am a bore about it. I go on and on and on. But you know, it goes on and on and on.
- I can't have sex, or use a tampon. I almost forgot that!
- I wasted money on a Mooncup which I can't use. Sad.
And that's what it's like now. It was a lot worse a year ago.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 09:03 pm (UTC)Sleep dep
Date: 2005-10-12 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 09:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 09:15 pm (UTC)Ahem. And you don't really know me, but it does sound like things are getting better for you, and I'm glad.
Electric Baby
Date: 2005-10-12 10:13 pm (UTC)Re: Electric Baby
Date: 2005-10-12 10:46 pm (UTC)I never know who is reading my LJ, and if they came in at a time when the term "EB" was first defined.
Carry on then.
Re: Electric Baby
Date: 2005-10-13 12:34 am (UTC)Re: Electric Baby
Date: 2005-10-13 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 09:20 pm (UTC)But, as it was, she sat on the labor ball while I ended up trying one or two "novel" positions before settling flat on my back.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 09:35 pm (UTC)Would you like me to start cut-tagging my bitching about my current gyno issues, so as not to bother or trigger you? I would be glad to do so, if it matters to you.
I am glad things are better. I hope next year's list is even better than this one.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-13 12:25 am (UTC)I was planning a homebirth, then had to have a planned cesarean section because my son was breech. Reading your story reminds me that vaginal birth is not always the holy grail of peace and enlightenment that us crunchy granola types make it out to be, and that a c-section is far from the worst thing that could have happened.
I agree with some of the other commenters, though, that some of the things you're describing are maybe just mommy brain. I forget words all the time, and conversations - I once had to call up a client and ask them to review what we'd talked about the day before, because while I could remember that the conversation had taken place, I had absolutely no recollection of what she'd said. Talk about embarassing! I've been attributing it to sleep deprivation and breastfeeding sucking out all of my brain cells...
Many good wishes for things getting better.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-13 06:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-13 10:01 am (UTC)