
Growing up with an Eating Disorder, I’m Now Terrified of Becoming a Mother
I’ve never considered myself to be instinctively maternal. The image of holding a baby, a tangible product of my DNA, hasn’t figured strongly in my mind before. But the prospect of raising children has often dawned on me. Children capable of experiencing hurt and inheriting my chequered history of it.Whilst children are not simply extensions of their parents, or replicas of their combined history, they nonetheless carry a legacy of sorts. And the legacy I carry weighs heavily on my conscience.Di...