The Other Type of ‘Coming Out’

I don’t remember a great deal about the actual birth of each of my children. It seems a common phenomenon that most of the pain and trauma of the child-birthing experience tends to fade from memory very quickly after meeting the new arrival. One shot of Cupid’s arrow and we succumb to the love bubble … Continue reading The Other Type of ‘Coming Out’

An Uphill Battle

Conceiving our first child was by no means a simple task. My polycystic ovaries meant it was always going to be an uphill battle. Not that I knew this at the time. The long and short of it was I was going to struggle to fall pregnant without specialist help, whether I was gay or … Continue reading An Uphill Battle