Name change but I’ve been here a while...
Having a really bad day today. I’m just tired. Tired of all this shit and watching poor DS take the brunt. He has slid under the radar in everything since birth - he was very prem but not ill, just struggling, he had a speech delay but not a language delay, he had sensory issues but doesn’t present as ASD so they don’t matter, and now, again, he doesn’t matter. No one is going to help him, no one is going to bubble for his sake, no one is going to contact him for fun, no one cares about his education. He’s an only child (not by choice) and hasn’t had a single social interaction outside school with anyone for the last 10 months. As a PP said on the last thread, if we’d murdered him on 23 March last year, I doubt anyone would still know. And DH has been on-off unwell/stressed/depressed for DS’s whole life so it’s pretty much fallen on me for 8 years. This just feels like an extension of what it’s been for so long. Just me. And I’ve run out. Work is emotionally draining and I don’t know how to get up tomorrow and face my classes.
It’s all compounded by the fact that I spent all my childhood in a religious family that wouldn’t let us go anywhere or do anything because it was all too evil. So I feel like I’ve spent most of my life in lockdown and I just can’t do it any more.
Although of course I will. I will get up tomorrow and do it all and no one (including DH) will know just how hard I am working not to spiral back into self harm and other shit. But right now, when poor DS is begging me to play with him because I am his only option, today I can’t. I’m tired of being sole playmate to a little boy. I’m tired of being the only thing between him and constant screens, but at the same time realising that screens are the only way he sees other people. I want to be his mum, not his child friend.
Ok. Now I’m ok. I’ve said it and now I can ignore it all!