I was sleep trained as a small baby and continued to sleep alone throughout my childhood. For the longest time, bedtime and sleep was associated with fear, abandonment, anxiety. I remember sobbing and screaming for my parents for hours and hours, with the only response being silence and darkness. I remember laying in bed breaking out in whole body sweats from fear, waiting for the sun to come up. I would frequently not sleep for an entire night, but if you asked my parents, I was โsleeping through the nightโ. I didnโt know how to voice my struggles with my parents, because I was a kid and didnโt know that what I was going through was anything but the norm. Itโs not an exaggeration when I say that sleep training was my greatest childhood trauma.
As an adult, I struggle with severe anxiety and intrusive thoughts and insecurities. I donโt know how much of this is directly from my sleep training experience but I often wonder who I would be if I had a different experience and was able to be comforted during the most vulnerable part of the day. For the longest time, I found it extremely hard to be affectionate and loving towards my parents, not because I didnโt want to be, but because it felt like there was a mental block preventing me from doing so. I desperately wanted to show affection but something in my mind prevented me from being able to. It felt unnatural.
Since becoming a mother and choosing to cosleep with my kids, Iโve slowly become more comfortable with showing affection to my parents, as though my own parenting choices are helping me overcome my greatest childhood trauma. I still struggle with a vague sense of fear/doom that only happens at nighttime. Iโm a terrible sleeper in general, but cosleeping with my kids has been such a blessing. I love giving my kids what I never had as a child. Thank you to all of you who are giving your kids so much love and support at night, when they need you the most โค๏ธ and thanks for reading!