The Invisible Mum Syndrome: And How to Be Seen Again Without Yelling.
Understanding Invisible Mum Syndrome: The Silent Struggle in Midlife
Invisible Mum Syndrome is a common yet often unspoken challenge many women face during midlife. It refers to the feeling of being overlooked and undervalued, both within the family and society, despite the continuous hard work and emotional labour mums provide. This syndrome can lead to feelings of isolation, frustration, and diminished self-worth.
In many households, midlife mothers often juggle multiple roles—caretaker, career woman, partner—without receiving adequate recognition. The emotional labour, such as managing children's schedules, household tasks, and supporting their families, frequently goes unnoticed. This invisibility contributes to mental exhaustion and can affect personal growth and wellbeing.
Raising awareness about Invisible Mum Syndrome is crucial for promoting empathy and support. Strategies such as open communication within families
They Don’t See the Mental Load But Notice When There Is No ‘Good’ Snacks.
“When the mental load is invisible and so are you; the silent weight of motherhood no one sees”
“Can Everyone Stop Yelling ‘Muuuum'!’ When Dad’s Right There?”
The other night, I was elbows deep in an online food shop, frantically trying to coordinate three totally different dinners for seven days because apparently, we’re a family of fussy celebrities with conflicting dietary requirements. Just as I was cross-referencing the fridge, the snacks and my will to live, I heard it: “Muuummmmy!” I froze. Why? Because Dad was literally doing bathtime, right that second…in the actual room, with my son, handling actual bubbles. But still my name shot through the bathroom steam like a flare, ringing out like a batman signal. I was being summoned. Because somehow, even, when I’m not on shift, I’m on call. It’s like being a invisible fairy…but without the magical wand. Instead, you have educational duties, meal plans, and a direct calendar invite to everyone’s emotional needs. Welcome to Invisible Mum Syndrome. Where you’re the CEO of the household, but no one seems to notice you’re in the room…unless they’re out of socks.
Invisible? No. I’m just camouflaged in abandoned cart, chaos, and everyone’s expectations.
The silent surrender of your sense of self in a motherhood journey that keeps asking for more.
The sneaky identity crisis where you go from being a functioning human to that person who serves everyone’s needs, around the clock with no performance related pay, bonuses or breaks. You know, the one holding fifteen mental tabs open while everyone is blissfully unaware that the Sock Fairy (spoiler: it’s you) is silently restocking drawers like an underpaid wizard with a laundry wand.
If you’ve ever asked, “Am I the only one in this house who ever throws out expired food?” Or “I guess that’s left for me to do then?” out loud to no one in particular, welcome. You might be suffering from Invisible Mum Syndrome. The symptoms? Being asked what's for dinner while you're literally cooking it, people walking past a full laundry basket, like it's part of the décor, and no one noticing you've been running on three hours’ sleep, half a pack of chocolate hobnobs and dry shampoo fumes. But guess what? We’re not going out like this.
How to Be Seen, Heard, and (Dare I Say) Respected...not just expected!
1. Run Your Month Like a Manager, Not a Martyr
At the end of each month, schedule a 30-minute Mum Board Meeting (just you and your favourite beverage). Ask: What worked? What flopped? What drove me to hide in the loo just to breathe? Then create a simple Plan-Do-Reflect-Review for the next month. What can be dropped? What can be delegated? What needs a megaphone? It’s not selfish, its investing time with intention. You’re not just surviving motherhood. You’re running a whole operation. Time to act like you are in charge, because, well, you are.
2. Hold “Team Meetings” (aka Passive-Aggressive Snacks and Chats)
Once a week, gather the troops, kids, partner, confused pets and have a casual sit-down. Bring snacks. Then gently (or not) let everyone know that you’re not just the cleaner, chef, and search engine for lost items. Ask what they need from the week ahead, and more importantly, share what you need. Like 25 minutes of silence, or a nap that doesn’t involve someone climbing on you.
3. Rebrand the Family WhatsApp Group
It’s time. Rename it: The Mother Has Spoken. Then. Brace. Yourself. Start actually using it. Post reminders. Drop photos of the empty toilet roll holder like it’s a crime scene. List the weekly meal plan like you’re the CEO of Domestic Ops (because you are). If you're gonna be the manager, let’s at least pretend you’ve got a team. Use this as a resource to foster shared responsibilities around the house.
4. Schedule a Solo Hour Like a CEO Schedules Meetings
Put it in your calendar. Block it. Guard it. Whether it’s walking around the block with a podcast or just sitting in the car eating biscuits in blessed silence, this is your protected time. You don’t need to earn it. You dont need a signed permission slip for it. You need it to function like a decent human and avoid launching a slipper in rage.
5. Make Yourself Unmissable, Literally Leave the House
If they can’t see your worth while you’re there, disappear for a bit (on purpose). Go for a coffee, sit in the car with a pastry, or take a walk without announcing your every move. Let the snack cupboard run low. Let Dad handle bedtime without the script. Sometimes the most powerful way to be seen is to create just enough absence to be noticed. Not in a passive-aggressive way, just in a “remember I’m a whole person” kind of way.
Real Talk: It’s Not You. It’s the Patriarchy (and the Dishwasher)
If you’re exhausted, irritable, overstimulated, it’s not because you’re doing motherhood wrong. It’s because this whole gig is rigged to glorify the self-sacrificing mum. You are not selfish for wanting recognition. You are not demanding for needing rest. You are not a failure for fantasizing about a weekend alone in a Premier Inn with nothing but your own crumbs in the bed. You’re human. And being a mum doesn’t mean erasing yourself to keep everyone else comfortable.
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Final thoughts:
You’re allowed to invest time into intentional planning, delegating chores and tasks not just to yourself. You’re allowed busy days, slow days and hormonal days. You’re allowed to reclaim a solo hour for you as a person, aside from being a wardrobe coordinator, meal prep manager, and social calander coordinator. You’re allowed to delegate tasks, encourage accountability, and gather the tribe to work as a team. Remember lots of littles make a lot. So, start this month! It’s not about being selfish. It’s about working together. It’s about fostering responsibility for everyone with softness. Feel like you don’t know where to start? Fancy a giggle in your inbox? Grab Your Freebie: The “I Am Not the Dishwasher” Printable Reminder. Stick it on the fridge, the bathroom mirror, your own forehead if you must. A sassy printable reminder that you are more than the default setting for everyone’s mess.
Love,
Diane x
PS: Still figuring it out, still winging it, still slightly traumatised from that one time my son decided to be spiderman and climb the railway bridge. But hey, we’re doing our best! And that’s enough for me.
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Rewriting the Rules of Self Care in Midlife
Self-care in midlife isn’t always bubble baths and candles. Just me, the shower hose trying to strangle my ankles, a rubber duck claiming squatters’ rights in my backside…and my son gatecrashing, my solitude twice just to take a pee. But hey, the waters hot and I’ve had at least four uninterrupted minutes. That’s basically a spa day.
Because bubble baths don’t cut it when you haven’t pee’d alone in six years.
“Because midlife self-care isn’t always candles and calm. It’s untangling your feet while pretending this counts as me time.”
The Day I Realised My ‘Self-Care’ Was Just Working in Comfy Clothes.
I’ll never forget the moment it all hit me. I was standing in my headteacher’s office, buried under a 65-hour working week, surviving on caffeine and chocolate biscuits, to-do lists, and sheer stubbornness. My mind was already spiralling through the 48 things I still had to cut, laminate, and cut again before the big borough observation. Somewhere in my frazzled fog, my headteacher must have clocked the burnout brewing, because she suddenly asked, “Diane, what do you do for fun?”
After a awkward pause, a huff, and a confused expression, I finally mumbled, “I guess…I like reading?” She smiled. “What are your reading right now?” I hesitated, then admitted, “Early Years Best Practice.” She gave me that look; the kind that says, “Bless you, but that’s not what I meant. And that’s when it hit me like a rogue glitter explosion: I was my job. I didn’t just live and breathe work. I laminated it. Eat. Sleep. Prep. Repeat. I kid you not, I even brushed my teeth at work. And somewhere along the way, I had confused productivity with self-care.
That question, simple, well meaning, shook my foundations. It was the moment I started questioning everything I thought I knew about taking care of myself.
Burnout doesn’t always come with alarms: it sometimes looks like quiet exhaustion and a dash of claiming residency at your place of work.
Self-Care Isn’t a Luxury Brand: It’s saying yes, without waiting for a permission slip.
Somewhere along the way, self-care got a full-blown glow up. It went from “the basics that kept you functioning” to “a luxury experience available exclusively to those with child-free weekends, spa vouchers, and a disposable income.”
Bubble baths, scented candles, and silent retreats started trending, while the simplest act of sitting down with a hot cup of coffee before it goes cold somehow fell off the radar. And let’s be honest…if you’re in the thick of midlife chaos, even peeing alone feels indulgent. But what about the midlife women quietly coming undone behind a smile, who can’t even think straight long enough to light a candle, let alone manifest wellness? Here’s the thing: self-care in this chapter of life isn’t a luxury. It’s life support. And most of us? We’re gasping for air.
Let’s drop the Pinterest-worthy perfection. Real self-care often looks like:
Saying no even when it makes you feel guilty
Locking yourself in the bathroom for five minutes of silence
Ignoring the dishes to text a friend back
Letting your kid have extra screen time so you can finish off the pack of chocolate biscuits stashed in the back of the cupboard.
It’s not always “productive.” It’s not always Instagrammable. But it’s essential!
The Emotional Cost of Being ‘Fine’
We’ve been trained to carry it all: the schedules, the meltdowns, the meals, the emotional fallout of everyone we love. And when we finally collapse in a heap of tears and cold coffee, we whisper: "I’m just tired." But it’s not just tiredness. It’s emotional depletion, decision fatigue, and constant hypervigilance wrapped in a neat midlife bow.
Real Talk: 5 Tiny But Mighty: Reclaiming Self-Care Moments
Rewriting the rules starts with permission to take micro-moments of care seriously.
Try this:
Drink a glass of water before your second coffee
Delete one app that drains your soul
Say out loud, “I matter too”
Let someone help you without explaining why you need help
If downtime includes scrolling, search for ‘baby laughter’ reels on Instagram (guaranteed to make you smile)
Final Thoughts:
You’re allowed to build a self-care routine just for yourself. You’re are allowed bad days, good days and everything in-between days. You’re allowed to reclaim time and space for you as a person, aside from being a mum, partner, wife, and employee. You’re allowed to have hobbies, interests, and time out just for you. Remember lots of littles make a lot. So, start today! It’s not about transformation. It’s about survival with softness. Feel like your brain has too many tabs open? You’re not alone. I have made a FREE “Midlife Self-Care Reset” Checklist. Want the checklist?
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Midlife self-care isn’t selfish: it’s strategic. If you’re nodding along thinking “this is me,” share this post with a friend who needs the reminder too.
Love,
Diane x
PS: Still figuring it out, still winging it, still slightly traumatised from six years of broken sleep. My GP’s response? Wait for the paediatrician. Guess what? We are still waiting for said ‘paediatrician’. But hey, we’re doing our best! And that’s enough for me.
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When Motherhood Feels Like a Job, You Didn't Apply For
Motherhood isn’t always the warm fuzzy, Instagram-perfect journey we expect. Sometimes, it feels like a never-ending job, with overtime, no pay, and no sick days. If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, exhausted, or just plain stuck, you’re not alone. This post dives into the real, messy side of parenting no one talks about.
“The emotional weight and vulnerability of motherhood, isn’t something that anyone prepares you for”
Somewhere between the night feeds, the meltdowns, and the terrifying hypervigilance associated with flight risk children...…I realised something:
I didn’t apply for this version of motherhood.
I love my kids deeply, wildly, in that primal lioness “back away from my child” kind of way. But some days? I feel like a ghost in my own life. And before anyone says, “Oh but you’re so lucky to stay at home…” Please. Try being the snack-fetcher, emotional regulator, unpaid event manager, human Alexa, and the person who knows where literally everything is, all day, every day. And tell me that’s restful.
The Mental Load is Not Just in Your Head
Motherhood didn’t come with a job description. But if it did, it would include:
24/7 availability (especially at 11.20pm, 1.25am, 3:17am)
Zero paid leave even when you have the norovirus
Emotional labour so heavy it deserves its own Pilates studio
Unspoken guilt if you ever admit... “I’m not happy.”
And the kicker? No one claps for you. Not when you catch the vomit mid-air. Not when you cook three different meals at one dinner time, wash everyone’s underwear, and defuse four meltdowns before 8am.
“I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore” And That’s the Part That Hurts
What no one tells you is this: You can adore your child and still grieve the woman you were before. You can want the best for your family and still feel utterly drained by being everything for everyone. You can even find yourself fantasising about checking into a hotel alone for the weekend, just to drink a hot coffee in silence without someone shouting “MUM!” from the toilet.
(If that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.)
Some days, she lets the weight settle: the emotional overwhelm, the sacrifice, the self-she’s trying to remember!
You’re Not Failing: You’re Just Running Without Refuelling
Let me say this clearly: You are not broken. You are burnt out from running a household, a schedule, and the emotional wellbeing of tiny, beautiful humans, often without acknowledgment or relief. You’ve forgotten yourself because the world convinced you that your needs can wait.
But guess what? You get to want more. You get to miss yourself. You get to need a damn break! And an uninterrupted shower? That doesn’t count because it is a basic need, not self-care. It took me thirty-seven years, an undignified meltdown in my headteacher’s office, and a round of CBT therapy to finally learn that little nugget of wisdom. Listen, take it from me, honestly, lots of littles make a lot. Start today. Or tomorrow. Or sometime this week. But start, okay? You don’t need to wait for permission to begin rediscovering you.
Real Talk: 3 Tiny Ways to Reclaim Yourself This Week
1. Change Your Background Noise
Turn off the kid shows and put on music that makes you feel alive. Dance while folding laundry. Pretend you're on stage at Glastonbury, if that will get you moving. Screw the judgmental stares from the cat.
2. Steal Back 10 Minutes a Day
Set a timer. Lock the bathroom door. Journal. Stretch. Breathe. Scroll Pinterest guilt-free. Don’t overthink it! Just take the moment.
3. Say It Out Loud
“I need help.”
“This is too much.”
“I’m tired of doing everything.”
Your voice matters, even if it’s shaky. Especially then.
Final Thoughts
If no one’s told you lately:
You are not lazy.
You are not a bad mum for needing space, a good cry, a hug and a something for you.
You are not weak for craving more than nappies and grocery lists.
You're exhausted because you care so much and you’ve been running on fumes.
But you're still in there.
And you're allowed to find yourself again, even if you have to sneak out the back door of motherhood and meet her in the car park with snacks and a Spotify playlist. If you would like a free gift to help you start, I’ve made this for you:
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“5 Prompts to Reconnect With the Woman You Were Before the Motherhood Took Over”
It’s like therapy, minus the awkward eye contact. No fluff. No pressure. Just a gentle nudge back to you.
Love,
Diane x
PS: Still figuring it out, still winging it, still slightly traumatised from giving birth with only gas and air. But hey, we’re doing our best! And that’s enough for me.
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“Feeling Lost in Midlife? Here’s How I Found Myself Again (While Crying into Cold Coffee)”
Somewhere between the school run and a stone-cold coffee, I lost myself. This post explores the silent grief of midlife identity loss- and how to start rediscovering yourself, one small moment at a time.
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered where she went? The woman you used to be before life got so heavy?
“Midlife often holds up a mirror, not just to who we are, but to everything we’ve lost, questioned, or outgrown.”
Somewhere between the school run, the forgotten anniversaries, the heavy sighs, and the morning tears that fell on my pillow…I lost her.
Me.
I didn’t notice at first. Life just happened. One minute I was achieving everything on the five-year plan, the next I was resigning from my teaching career. Before I knew it, my needs didn’t make the mental load to do list. Poof! They were gone, along with my identity.
I became Mrs Clipboard! The organiser, the cleaner, the meltdown regulator. The invisible emotional sponge, the everything for everyone. Except me. I was invisible and my existence became a silent warrior for my son’s needs and Paw Patrol on repeat.
And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re feeling it too?
You’re Not the Only One Asking: “Is This It?”
I used to think it was just me. That I was the only woman who felt invisible. Like I’d been erased by motherhood and the constant emotional labour of holding it all together. I still love my family, my husband and my kids, very deeply. But I couldn’t find the person I used to be beneath the exhaustion, the invisible mentalload, and endless responsibilities. My spark felt suffocated behind fake smiles that didn’t reach my eyes and the dreaded question, “So, is Di working now?” Because scrubbing the bathroom and advocating for sensory breaks and a support plan didn’t qualify for paid employment or suitable social small talk!
Midlife was supposed to feel like a welcome home party, not a scavenger hunt for matching socks and a five-minute uninterrupted shower. Aren’t I supposed to have my sh#t together by now and a suitable retirement fund? But instead, I feel like I have taken a detour somewhere between completely burnt out and just surviving.
“When you’re barely keeping your head above water, midlife can feel like waves of uncertainty.”
The Invisible Weight No One Talks About
People say:
“You’re lucky to be at home.”
“What do you do all day.”
“You should be grateful.”
But they don’t see the:
Isolation and loneliness
Emotional overwhelm
The invisible level of expectancy
The constant self-doubt and loss of identity.
If you’ve been told “it could be worse” or “that’s not a bad thing, though” when you speak up…If you’ve had to hide your breakdowns just to keep the peace…if you’re the one managing meltdowns while quietly having your own…
Then this space is for YOU.
3 Gentle Steps to Start Finding Yourself Again
You don’t need to overhaul your life. You just need to come home to you. Here’s how I started:
1. Name What Hurts
Stop minimising your feelings. If you feel neglected, exhausted, lonely, that’s real! Your feelings are not overreactions. They are information.
2. Make Mirco Moments Yours
I started with five-minute rituals. Music while I cleaned. Coffee alone in Costa. Journaling a single honest sentence. Not to be productive, but to be me again, even briefly.
3. Connect With Someone Who Gets It
This blog is my lifeline and maybe yours too. You don’t have to carry it all silently anymore.
You Deserve to Be Seen Again!
This space isn’t about pretending everything’s fine. It’s about being real, even when it’s messy.
So if you’re:
Worn down from holding everyone else up
Quietly questioning your marriage or relationship
Parenting a child who needs everything you don’t have to give
Longing to feel alive again
Or haven’t figured out your next steps yet…
You’re not alone. You’re not broken. And you’re still in there, waiting to be discovered.
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Real talk: Tell me below what was your ‘How the feck did I end up here moment?’