While recovering from a depressive episode, I've found that therapy groups are a major part of treatment. In itself, that's not a bad thing; it's good to be around others who have "been there." But groups are intensive and take up a lot of time. One is for women who've had the same struggles. And by women, we mean mawms, of course. Duh! Because every woman is, right?
Thankfully, it's a small group of five. We don't always have a theme for the session, so discussion can cover a lot of ground; often it's health issues. Always at some point the talk turns to the kids, problems they are having with the kids, dealing with an ex regarding their kids, etc. Hmm, don't kids strengthen a marriage?

Holy shit! So I sit there and try to be interested in their stories, often not succeeding. I can usually empathize with people, but when it comes to parunt discussions, all bets are off. How much can I contribute to the conversation? Not much.
It's funny that if you talk about yourself, your interests, your issues, many think you are self-centered. But somehow, if you talk about your kyds, it's all good. It seems like just another way of talking about oneself, but it appears to be "selfless." I think next week I will tell the therapist that I feel left out because I'm childfree and can't identify with mommy issues. Or maybe I'm not cut out for this particular group. Oh well.