I’ve spent most of my teenage and adult life convincing myself that I didn’t want to be a mother. Rather than admit the hurt and loss of not being able to physically carry my own child, I emphatically said out loud that I didn’t want kids. As you may have guessed, that was never met

My meetings occur behind closed doors, sometimes at a table in a carpeted room, other times clustered in an imaginary circle in an exam room, chairs scraping against linoleum as we get into position. I may meet with a woman or a man in attendance on her or his own, or together as a couple