I've had a really shit year having cancer treatment and I think it is now affecting me mentally. I'm also taking medication which will put me in menopause in my mid thirties which I think is adding to my mental state. But I already felt guilty about these things and now can't stop thinking about it and thinking about how I've let my kids down.
There have been a few incidents over the years where my child has been 'wronged' and I've not done anything about it, for various reasons. A couple of incidents are standing out with my oldest son. We live on a council estate which is mostly normal families but does have quite a few rough ones too. When he was younger, he would play out and would often play with the son of one particularly rough family. Think all kids expelled from schools, parents constantly shouting and swearing at their own kids, parents getting into slanging matches in the street/threatening to call relatives to come and smash your windows. Every month or so, this lad would offer to give something to one if the other kids but then go and tell his dad they'd stolen it from him, so the dad would come out and shout/swear/threaten the kids with getting his older son to beat them up. My son would come home really angry and upset and I'd basically tell him to stay away from them and if they dared touch him, I'd be on the phone to the police like a shot. But I never went and said anything to the dad, so I basically let my son think it's fine for people to treat him this way. I feel cowardly.
There was another incident a couple of years ago with people who live in the next street. For some reason, they are often sitting outside the front of their house and drinking. A silly incident happened where somebody knocked over the last bit of their young son's slushie drink which was left on a wall outside. It was one of my son's friends, but they asked another kid who had done it, and he blamed my son because he fancied the girl who had done it. Again, screaming, shouting, threatening and demanding money from him to replace the slushie. They were repeatedly asking for some small amount of money to 'cover the cost of the remaining drink'. Again, my son came home upset and angry and I was absolutely incensed that they treated him like this. I wanted to go and chuck 20p on the floor and give them a piece of my mind. I got as far as the front door and realised that my son wanted me to confront them but was also worried that the mum would hit me! He said she'd been on the phone and he thought she was phoning people to come and deal with it.
Absolutely pathetic. But I feel annoyed at myself for letting people get away with this sort of behaviour, because I'm not rough and don't want to bring trouble to my doorstep.
Last week, my youngest child (7) was at a playground and we were playing hide and seek. I'd told him that this was the last game we had time for before going on our bike ride. He ran over to me crying his eyes out and said that some children kept telling him he wasn't allowed in that area. I told him that he was and he should have just said that and stayed. He's usually pretty stubborn and doesn't get upset by other children, he's more likely to get angry, so I was surprised. He said he had done that but they wouldn't let him stay there. He was really sobbing. I said "let's go over there - I'll come with you and those children will see that they have to share the playground. And if they say anything, I'll tell them that they need to share". But he didn't want to do that, because it was during a game of hide and seek, so he needed to be there alone. It was a bush to hide in rather than a piece of play equipment, not somewhere he'd just want to hang around for the sake of it. He wanted me to go and tell them off and I just didn't. I wasn't sure which children in the group had said it and he didn't seem sure. I had no idea who their parents were and tbh it was not long after my cancer treatment and I was already pushing it by going to the park. My energy was getting low and I couldn't face the idea of possibly aggressive parents if I'd said something to their children. We'd gone to the park for a bike ride, which we still hadn't done because he wanted to play hide and seek, so I said let's go for our bike ride. I didn't want to have to get into a confrontation when we were about to leave the playground anyway.
And this week, a kid was snatching and just being a bit selfish at the science museum. I'd already heard the dad telling his son to share, but he didn't see it happen. We ended up just moving to a different area.
I feel like I have become so passive because I have become anxious about 'confrontation' but I've let the children down. I haven't been able to sleep because these things are playing on my mind.