Essay | I heard I was expecting twins, but the comments from outsiders were thoughtless and horrible too – why is family life being talked about this way?

There is a rubbed wound in my soul that my experience of family life is misdefined, Anne Ventelä writes in the essay.

As usual on wednesday morning it happens again. I am with my two year old children at the playground. I greet the toddler we met and the adults accompanying him. We exchange a few words, the kids keep playing.

After a while we will meet at the swings. I give impetus to one of my children when an adult standing next to me asks the familiar question, “Do you have twins?”



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