DH and I are both 32. We have a three year old DD who has significant global developmental delay (we feel there are more diagnoses to come). I won't go into too many details in case situations I mention are outing, but I feel totally trapped and that my life is over. I suspect that DH feels the same way. We don't talk about this elephant in the room, although the tension between us is very clearly a reaction to this.
Every day is dictated by DD and her needs, which are increasingly difficult. The joy of having a young child is altogether absent.
Friends who have DC the same age are forever taking them to lovely activities and events, such as seeing things at the local cinema, dancing classes, swimming - even just playing games together.
DD can do none of these things. She'll scream if there are loud noises, behave aggressively to other children, run away from activities - exhausting meltdowns and tantrums. Horrible for her, horrible for me, horrible for everyone around us. I can't even take her to the supermarket without chaos ensuing and leaving me feeling really frustrated and, frankly, resentful. It will only worsen as she grows too - thinking about having to meet her physical needs and also how her increasing strength with impact everything.
DH and I had very pleasant childhoods, filled with fun. I remember feeling very grown-up when my mother took me to see The Nutcracker when I was about five or six years old, for example. I had music lessons and loved to write stories. DH speaks in fondness of visiting his uncle's book shop every Saturday. He tells a lovely story about coming home with Fungus the Bogeyman and his mum enjoyed it more than he did.
I feel sad writing this because it's everything that we thought our child's life would be, but it never will (we planned on having two children, but we can't do that now). We're more facilitators of trying to stabilise her mood than anything else. Grandparents live hours away from us and we wouldn't impose looking after DD on them. They've tried babysitting on the odd occasion, but it's not worked out.
I wake up in the night with anxiety and greet each morning with a sense of dread. The hard thing is that this is 24/7 - it's not like a crappy job that you can go home from.
The worst aspect of all of this is that DD is very unhappy. Her default emotions are fear and frustration. Apart from sugary treat foods, I can honestly say that nothing seems to make her happy. Some things, such as one particular teddy, seem to offer her comfort, but it's not happiness.
I used to find comfort in DH and my cat, but DH is now emotionally as destroyed as me and I had to sadly re-home my elderly cat for his own safety.
I don't know what the AIBU is, or even why I'm posting this. Pointless really!