I know that the health benefits are undeniable, the physical side effects at times exhausting, but the spiritual and emotional worth like no other. I found myself always either blissfully breastfeeding, or eagerly looking forward to the next time I would get to breastfeed my precious son. I became a woman obsessed, like an anxious little kid looking forward to a trip to the toy store every day. My husband took to calling me A-teet-a. I swear I nearly lost all my single and childless friends.
Mothers who breastfeed beyond babyhood
Why I Breastfeed My Sixteen-Year-Old – Kveller
F ew mothering habits, it seems, are guaranteed to provoke quite such a reaction as breastfeeding beyond babyhood. When I told anyone who happened to be interested that I was interviewing Ann Sinnott, a mother who had breastfed her daughter for over six years and has now written a book on the subject, reactions ranged from discreet grimaces to outright revulsion. If I'd said I was about to meet someone who believed swearing at children was to be encouraged along with smacking them daily, the disapproval could not have been greater. Imagine me coming home from school and saying, 'OK, Mum, can I suck from your bosoms now? If we find it weird, argues Sinnott, it's simply because we're not used to it.
Breastfeeding: Cultural Practices and Variations
Adult nursing — the act of breastfeeding another adult — has been documented for centuries. To modern eyes it all sounds a little bit, well, strange. We generally consider breastfeeding to be restricted to mothers and babies. But many adults still do it, even the briefest search on social media brings up plenty of talk about Adult Nursing Relationships ANR. The thought of it had never caused an arousal before.
On Thanksgiving Day my boyfriend walked out the door. Our daughter was seven months old, and I'll never know for sure what put him over the edge. He was bipolar. He drank. He was fragile.