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As I began to page through this book, just the first few
chapters, I kept having to stop and verbalise out loud how much I wish we’d had
a copy when I started to experience symptoms of PND.
But, even in the early days, I was too far gone to read it
myself. That’s why I think this book should be required reading for any husband
who suspects that his wife isn’t 100%. Or any granny, friend, sister…
As the authors say, upfront:
"This book
may not be for you but you may want to read it anyway since we can guarantee
that many of the mothers you care deeply about are somewhere inside that
rainbow [of reactions to having a baby: antenatal depression, postnatal
euphoria, baby blues, postnatal stress, postnatal depression, bipolar mood
disorders and postnatal psychosis]."
It’s written by three women: Andy Taub-Da Costa, Paula Levin
and Zahava Aarons – two of whom have had PND and two of whom are mental health
specialists.
However, despite the authentic medical and psychological
info in the book, its style and tone remain refreshingly ‘real’: They use ‘yummy mummies’, ‘I’ and ‘we’,
‘throwing in the towel’, etc. Un-scary language.
The book defines PND, with ways to tell if you have it and
what to do if that’s the case. There are true stories from women who’ve beaten
it, including Sam Cowen and Deborah Patta.
There’s also a big chapter on psychotherapy (which, together
with a brilliant psychiatrist and the right medication, was what ultimately
saved me). And the book concludes with a chapter on treating PND ‘spiritually’.
For me, the strongest element of this book is the way it
combines real medical thinking – Wolf, Winnicott, local psychiatrist Dr Rykie
Liebenberg and others – with real human experience, in real human language.
The only other book on PND I’ve read is Brooke Shields’ Down Came the Rain, which I hated. (One
of the authors applauds it, so that’s something, but I read it in the midst of
my own depression and it helped me not at all.)
Unlike some of the mommies referred to in the Introduction,
I’m not a propagandist of ‘blissful motherhood’, because I do honestly, unapologetically and (lord help me) publicly admit the
hell I went through. But I do this because, when I was lost in the dark, I
thought I was the only one. So, in a sentence, thank G-d for this book.
. I read the back; it sounded great. So I took it with me on holiday. The sad part is that I never got to it. It looked wonderful, but there were so many other wonderfuls in December! Like...
, Gin Phillips' first novel, is set in a small coal mining town in Alabama in Depression-damaged 1931 - where little Tess Moore watches from her favourite night-time hiding place, the back porch, as a strange woman lifts the cover of the family well and without a word, tosses a baby in.
Look out for upcoming reviews on:
, a hilarious tome of malcontentedness, by Ariel Leve
, by Nick Cave, my weirdest book of 2009
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road show. And when McCall Smith began to branch out, into philosophy clubs and bohemian buildings, I rubbed my little hands in unmitigated glee.
, the second in its series, is a sweet little book. I took it with me on a weekend trip to Cape Town and read it in the bath. But I guess the familiarity and charm and goodness inherent in the divine books set in Africa, and their plump, pleasant and deeply shrewd protagonist, are missing entirely from number 44.
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at all. That little nom-de-plumary tidbit notwithstanding, JD Robb's futuristic murder books, the ... In Death series, featuring the superb Lieutenant Eve Dallas, are so fabulous that I named my kitten Dallas.
, and found it fresh, clever, and fully capable of standing on its own even without the rest of the series behind it.
or Siegel
or Fairstein
or Deaver
instead.
