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I Checked Myself Into a Mental Health Hospital at Six Months Pregnant

Think “rehab” and you might think white padded rooms, social services and the type of people who shouldn’t be raising kids. The Priory, a UK addiction rehab clinic and mental health hospital, is reportedly for stars like Kate Moss. It’s a place for burned-out party animals, isn’t it? My experience, walking through those infamous doors at six months pregnant, couldn’t have been more different.

I have suffered with anxiety since I was a little girl — I was diagnosed at 18 after my first foray into therapy. Anxiety is that annoying ex who keeps hanging around when you want to move on. It emphasizes every negative thing you’ve ever done and turns positives against you. Eleven years passed and even with a loving husband, I was convinced he was going to leave or cheat on me.

Pregnancy added fuel to my already blazing fire. As a perfectionist, I wanted to get motherhood exactly right. Everything from the parenting industry to Instagram is a magnet for someone with anxiety; the pictures of mothers gazing adoringly into their babies’ eyes, breastfeeding looking so easy and natural, the dads looking so happy. I believe the incredible pressure on parents to do things a certain way — fed into us by our parents and in-laws, biased imagery in society, and some prenatal classes — is damaging mental health.

The more pregnant I became, the more the anxiety started playing tricks on me. I had 15 ultrasound scans in secret, as I was convinced that my unborn son was dead. I also had an overwhelming worry that I would pass my issues on to him when he was born — like my anxiety was some kind of disease he would contract. I had no choice but to get help.

Fortunately, I had private health insurance, so I contacted The Priory in desperation to get help, fast. The next day, I met a psychiatrist. I felt ashamed, and worried my son would be taken away, but they convinced me I was doing the best thing for him.
 I was signed up to group therapy, alongside people with eating disorders, drug and alcohol issues, and other anxiety sufferers. It was 12 weeks of group therapy and, thereafter, one-on-ones with a therapist until I was due to give birth. Sitting in a room with 10 people for a full day and telling them more than your parents know about you is strange, but liberating. There’s a no-BS policy, and the therapists are like tough-talking, wise older relatives.

The Turning Point

As my bump grew, my mind expanded. I became able to see events, people, and myself differently.

Fast-forward to three days post-birth, and the reality of parenting hit me and my husband, who was later diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Although I had acquired the skills from my time at The Priory, the pressure to meet the unrealistic standard of what good parenting looks like was overwhelming and old habits crept in. I argued a lot with my husband, and lied about how much I loved playing with my son, Flynn, when I was actually finding every reason to get someone else to look after him. I even went back to my job as a marketing consultant after five weeks, as a way to find my identity again. I didn’t bond with my son and it’s only now that I can admit that.

Google became my friend and my enemy, and it fed my bubbling anxiety. Parents are saturated prenatally with information but, postnatally, when reassurance is most needed, it’s lacking. During the weeks I struggled, I sought help at the local NHS children’s center and paid for private experts. But, even then, I felt like there was an agenda with things, such as how I fed my baby and, if I couldn’t make their Plan A work, I felt nobody was willing to consider or help me with a Plan B, leading to behavior such as me refusing to give my dehydrated son formula milk.

I eventually came out of the fog around six months post-birth and was really angry. Angry at the fact that I and many of my friends had been so badly misled by prenatal classes, which didn’t talk in detail about the pleasant and not-so-pleasant aspects of parenting. How unprepared my partner and I were for parenthood and, as a result, how damaged we both were.

I then came up with the idea of the Parenting Chapter — a series of online and face-to-face courses that parents-to-be can take to prepare themselves for the good and distressing experiences they might encounter.

Sadly, as my son reached the age of two, the anxiety monster returned. Fuelled by issues faced by many parents — financial, work, relationship, and mental health — I chose to go back to The Priory and still do every week as an outpatient.

I chose to fight back and question why my and many other parents’ experiences are so warped. My mission is to lead a parent revolution that will make the reality the norm. I want to make it OK for men and women to say that parenting isn’t what they thought it would be or wanted it to be. I want them to come to us and feel like they’re not being judged, and to empower other parents with their knowledge.

I will always struggle on and off, but I’ve surrounded myself with people who feel and speak the same language — my husband, parent friends, supportive online mom-networks, and my team of parenting professionals who helped, and still help me, with the physical and emotional aspects of parenting. I’ve accepted that parenting will never be easy, but if you’ve got someone in your mom tribe to smile, moan, and cry with — someone to say, ”I know” — then you’re in good hands.

For details about the Parenting Chapter, visit Lauren Marks’ company website

This post was written by Lauren Marks. For more, check out our sister site Grazia.

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