Why this book exists
A focused place to understand what is happening
Owen knew the results before the consultant finished the sentence. He was thirty-eight, and he and his wife had been trying for a child for three years. His wife had been through her tests first, an exhausting battery of them, and everything had come back normal. And so it had fallen to Owen, almost as an afterthought, to provide his own sample. And now he was sitting in a consulting room, and the consultant was explaining, kindly, that the reason they had not conceived was not anything to do with his wife. It was Owen. The problem, the whole problem, was him. Owen sat very still and nodded and asked sensible questions in a steady voice, and inside him something was happening that he had no words for. Along with the grief, which he had expected.
The writing is designed to reduce shame, bring the underlying pattern into view and give you practical ways to respond without pretending that every life follows the same formula.
