From My PPD Story - I could feed him but I was barely able to take care of him. I felt awful. I felt unfit, like I was missing the “mom gene.” I thought I was failing in every way. Every day. I loved him dearly, but it didn’t feel right. I felt like I should love him better… Even worse, I couldn’t talk about it. What would everyone think? I have dealt with some stuff in my life, but I have never felt more alone. The sadness was unbearable.
From His PPD Story - In witnessing my wife going through PPD, I can think of few times in my life that I have felt more alone. More powerless. More hopeless… When my partner experiences postpartum depression, my reality crumbles. I feel the imbalance in our relationship. I feel incompetent (and sometimes just unwilling) to pick up the slack when she needs help. Postpartum depression renders our partnership impossible.