I was born in September 1993, which makes me 20 years old. I am currently living with my husband of eight months, and who I have known for over ten years.
We first started going out when I was fourteen, living in a closed-off community that banned relationships while studying. I was living with my parents, but he didn’t so he was under a case work program, to support him living in a share-house.
I was 16 when I found out I was pregnant. Being young, ignorant and living in a town where sex was taboo, I wasn’t aware of safe sex and all of the facts that go along with that. We decided to move out to my husband’s family’s place and, needless to say, it was stressful living with my in-laws and getting our heads around the prospect of being teenage parents.
About 16 weeks into my pregnancy, I suffered a miscarriage in the middle of the night and was taken to hospital. It was a real blow for me, as I was only just getting my head around seriously preparing to have this child and, naturally, I suffered from depression for years afterwards.
Four years later, I have seen college counsellors and psychologists about how to deal with this event in my past. It has really helped to get this out in the air and talk to someone who knows how to help. Although I love my friends and family (blood and extended), a lot of them didn’t quite know how to help or what to say, as they didn’t fully understand.
Knowing now that finding a career and setting ourselves up for the future is helping to provide for any future children that we might have puts me at peace a bit. Although it will never replace the little being that I never held. I have a very strong maternal instinct which creeps up on me every now and then.