When Jane gave birth to her daughter, she expected to feel the wave of joy and love that everyone told her would come naturally. Instead, all she felt was fear, rage and confusion.
“She wouldn’t stop crying,” she says now, nearly four years later. “And I couldn’t sleep. I hadn’t eaten or bathed. I would look at her and feel nothing. Worse than nothing, I actually felt disgust. Then guilt for feeling that way. I hated myself. I hated my baby.”