My DD (pfb) has just started reception and I’m bawling my eyes out as she said no one wanted to play with her at lunch time. I know it’s only been two weeks but it dredged up lots for me. And it’s what I’ve been dreading.
I struggled at school and I’ve never had many friends. I’ve also suffered with episodes of depression and anxiety since my teens. We moved across the country in lockdown so now I really don’t have any friends (that I can see in Person at least) so I will be settling a terrible example.
I’m quite shy and socially awkward so I can’t see me making friends with the school mums who all know each other it’s seems (smallish village, but next to big city, with a pre school nursery all the kids went to last year). Which is fine. I never expected to.
But i’m terrified my children will be as unhappy as I was as a child. To the point that I now really regret having them as I’m just not good enough to deal with the emotional side of things and won’t be able to facilitate an active social life for them.
Are they doomed because of me?