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15 September, 2009

On Demand

This is going to be damned hard to write, okay, so I'm going to start out asking you to bear with me here. I've been trying to write it on and off for a couple of weeks, and have made not so much with the headway, so ... yeah. (Some of the wanting to write is wanting to try to untangle what's in my head so maybe it can get better, too, which makes the frustrated inability to articulate even more aggravating.)

I think I'm gonna try being blunt rather than getting the nuance right to start out with, because hitting the precise spot is more energy than I've got. Again, bear with me, I'm navigating the shoals here.

Motherhood has completely fucked up my d/s.

Not in the way one might expect from the cultural pressure stuff, the whole "Now that I am a Real Adult, I must put aside these Foolish Things Of My Youth" bullshit.

Here's the thing.

Okay, here are the multiple things.

The first one is a general new-parent thing, I think. It's amazing how much of my life just drops into Little Foot's adorable orbit. Even aside from the time I invest in caring for her, holding her is one of these simple joys that persists. (And I'm constantly torn between wanting to hold her when I'm good and happy with it and knowing that I'm fully capable of burning myself out emotionally on overcontact, and trying to balance the "I must hold my kid" with the "If I don't have someone else hold her right now I'm going to go totally fucking batshit.") I have amazing levels of help - not just that Little Foot has a four-parent family, but also miscellaneous parents and friends coming by - my dad's been here most recently and taking a lot of Sitting Down Under The Baby duty, for example. I know I would not be functioning terribly well without that help.

And at the same time, I feel horrifyingly alone. Because all this energy goes to helping-me-with-the-baby, not helping-me, and ... I've been articulating to the husbands a bit that I have a snuggle shortage. It's helping a little, to sit with my lion and lean on him for a while, or my liege coming up and just ... talking with me for a bit before he heads off to class. That's getting me back trending at least not away from sane. But there's this increasing level of awful neediness in me, and I don't know what to do about it, and I have to balance it with the fact that Little Foot is much more fragile than I am and less capable of taking care of her own needs, to understate a smidge.

And there's another thing. It doesn't matter how hard I kink for service stuff, I am 24/7 on call for a master who is nothing but demanding and has essential claims on use of portions of my body. This is exhausting. And it doesn't leave me much flexibility for more negotiated service, either; it's hard not to meet a request with snappishness, not because I resent the request, but because, say, an afternoon of Grunty McFusspot and her pants-related events or her habit of shaking my nipple like a terrier who's finally gotten a grip on a long-pursued rat does not leave me feeling generous and full of warm, giving spirit. Which is not a get-out-of-commitments free situation by any means, but it does add a layer of stress to the whole experience.

So while I'm needing care and support - and would truly love to have some of the protective restorative energy that some of the d/s we do affords me - I wind up feeling like I have nothing to offer right now. Enthusiastic service is a bit rough. I can fetch tea, so long as I'm not Sitting Down Under The Baby, and that's about what I'm up for. And I have a hard time asking for things, even as I recognise that I have standing orders to do so, especially when I don't feel I have anything to balance the scales with.

It of course does not help that I had twelve stitches put in my chassis, and while that appears to have healed up, I have a ridge of scar tissue running up one side of certain rather sensitive bits of anatomy (a direction I rather prefer than down the perineum proper, but nonetheless it has its inconveniences) and my lochia is only now appearing to resolve itself. Sexual frustration has surfaced occasionally, and often gone in really awfully messy dissociative direction, because - again - for all that I enjoy sexual service, being cut off from any form of the possibility of physical reciprocation meant that it was intensely onesided and mostly underscored the sense of body-failure without offering satisfaction to me. Touch was treacherous, unsafe, with its risks of going places that ached too much to bear. Normal sexual reactions in a partner that I would ordinarily enjoy felt like being cornered, pressured, trapped; my incapacity exposed and still demanded upon. This has not been pleasant.

And, on top of it all, I'm intensely emotionally vulnerable, not in ways that promote intimacy; rather, they promote a sort of isolating self-protection. My liege is busy with a major renovation project, with being in school, and with helping take care of Little Foot; my ability to read his current emotional state is heavily dependent on a lot of factors, primary among them how well my ability to connect to people is going (not well, of late) and how relaxed he is (not very, of late). Which means I go all paranoid about questions like whether my inability to do little service things without emotional drama or the fact that Little Foot needs care or whatever else are upsetting him, and am unable to judge reactions sanely. And really, going around asking "Are you mad at me?" every time that particular anxiety demon pops up is a good way to make people mad at me ...

Okay. That's out of my head, more or less. All stuff I've said in bits, so it better not shock any relevant party. And I really should have gone to sleep when Little Foot did, alas, as I was up with her last night, but ... mrgh. Stuff in head. Gah.

Feeling a little crazy today.


mamacrow said...

oh (((HUGS)))

I have absolutely nothing of any help to say, I'm afraid.

I can only speak from my own experience (I have five kids and am about to pop with no 6), which is that this - all that you describe - is, unfortunately, totally normal and likely to happen.

And that it will (eventually) pass.

Stone Fox said...

i don't know how to do anything other than blunt. (lucky you!) also, i like to share my unwanted advice (again, lucky you!)

-you're sleep deprived. you're in love with your baby. the combination of both of those sometimes means it's hard for your brain to fully integrate that before everyone else in your life, including your own wants/needs, comes a new baby. which leads me to my next point:

-YOU HAVE A BABY. NO LONGER CAN YOU DO IT ALL. stop trying to be the wife you were before you had your baby, it'll never happen. it is vital (especially for people who have pre-existing depression) to SPEAK. UP. and make sure your husbands know you are struggling. that is what they are there for. stop worrying about them so much; they are grown men. they are supposed to help you. AND, there are two (who actually live with you, right? the 3rd is a long distance relationship?) of them, and one of you.

-having a baby IS a get-out-of-commitments-free card. fucking rights it is.

-sex? maybe not right now. masturbation? yup. by yourself (duh, yes i know that is the definition of masturbation; i meant, "not mutual"). healing using your own touch. also good for helping with the crazy hormones.

-you know yourself best. if you think you are getting crazy, or not getting less crazy, tell your husbands. don't underestimate post partum hormones.

-does it make you feel better to know you are just like every other new mom out there? torn between "woman" and "mother"?

so i bet a small part of you now regrets visiting my blog, hey?

Vieva said...

oh hon. That's miserable.

And I'm going to join the chorus of moms and go "yeah, that looks pretty normal" too -

You've had a COMPLETE upheaval in your life. The old life is gone, the new life is here. Whatever else happens, life will be DIFFERENT.

Hopefully better, of course. Baby! But that doesn't mean it's not an upheaval, and that doesn't mean it's not going to take time to adjust to.

Give yourself a chance to adjust. Treat yourself with love, and your partners and everyone else involved with love - and acknowledge the rough spots. They're going to happen.

In a way, you are all new people. Or at least, you've added a part to yourselves that wasn't there before. And that part is /parent/. Welcome THAT new person too.