The continuation

It was not planned. Further texts should now truly not arise, because I still find it a bit creepy to make a part of my life public. For example, in the past I’ve bumped into strangers at a child’s birthday party who unawares reminded me of a detail of my life – that they knew from the blog. But there is a big dilemma. I would love to share articles / documentaries / critiques / suggestions / funny / observations / side notes / and whatever else might be of interest. On the subject of family. On the topic of co-parenting. On the subject of family beyond mother-father-child with wedding ring. But I do not find much. There’s always news coming out of the LGBTTQI press. That’s great. I try to spread these through the social networks. For people with other letters or without letters or people who have collected so many letters that they no longer fit here, it becomes more difficult.In short, there will be a continuation of the blog now, five years after the birth of my daughter. Looking back and looking forward. Always subjective. An immense challenge when I think of all the people who have registered with Familyship in the last few years and imagine how different their needs are, what different questions arise, how diverse family is by now. Family is diverse. That is our message, and I would like to put down a few anecdotes here.

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