Trigger warning: Talks about depression, self-harm and sexual assault.

This is a guest post written by someone who prefers to remain anonymous.

Depression is something I have struggled with for as long as I remember. I think I might have been around 9 when it first started, and when you’re a kid you just get called a sook, a cry-baby or an attention-seeker. I got the same responses into my teen years, when I did speak up and try to get some help.

I was just a kid who had nothing to be depressed about, right?

I remember being in year 6 and so skinny that my hip bones stuck out. I had to wear jeans that were too big just so they would accommodate my protruding bones. I was wearing a ladies size 8 and the kids at school called me fat because I was no longer wearing kid’s sizing. At night, once my family had all gone to bed, I would take a saucepan into the bathroom and repeatedly hit my stomach and hip bones because I believed it would make me skinnier and, therefore, more likable. I know it sounds nuts, but this is how I felt I could deal with it.

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A couple of days ago, the lady behind the counter at the supermarket asked if she could offer my 4 year old a lolly. I agreed, and she held the jar down and told her she could have a couple. I suggested maybe taking one for herself and one for her friend we were going to visit. A man I didn’t know leaned down to my daughter’s level and smiled kindly, pointing to my midsection, and said “And don’t forget one for the baby inside, eh?”.

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Walking to work from the train station last week, I was well and truly inside my own head and not paying a huge amount of attention to people around me. It was very early but, being Sydney, there were a few people around.

They were clutching take away coffees against the cold and the hour, people were beginning their work days. I came to a pedestrian crossing and lifted my eyes long enough to scan the traffic. In Sydney, those stripes on the road don’t guarantee that cars will stop and give way. As I scanned, I saw a man coming towards me, also crossing the road. His eyes were firmly fixed on my face. I don’t know about you but before 6 am and pre-coffee, I’m not prepared for intense eye contact. Out of reflex, I lowered my eyes. Looking down, I was treated to a sight I didn’t need. Have I mentioned this was a- before 6 am and b- before coffee?

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There’s a growing trend that sees me cringing sporadically as I scroll through my social media feeds. A culture of oversharing. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around what motivates parenting bloggers to write this stuff, not to mention the readers that seems to adore it. We are at an interesting place in the parenting blogging world. A place where nothing is sacred.

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