@Botw1 don’t bollock me. I KNOW how WE mums with ADHD cope because I have it.
And I was talking about my husband being autistic, not “just” having adhd. In my own experience, I think that adhd will just eventually be seen as being one part of autism, because I truly don’t know anyone with it, who doesn’t display myriad other traits on the spectrum.
Anyway, back to the rudeness.
I manage because I HAVE to. In the same way that DH gets through work on Adrenalin and anxiety, I used these to get through the first years of family life. I think that social requirements mean that generally we are submerged more in family life, and what is required, as we grow up, and so it’s not a complete shock to the system. But I also think that I read everything I could, and approached it as a special interest at the beginning. The reality was awful and I nearly left many times (the children, not just my husband), and in telling you that, I’m probably giving you a reason to think I’m a monster, but it’s the truth.
I couldn’t cope with the mess, with feeling inept, with not knowing which way was up, the stress of knowing that if I forgot something, my child might be hungry, sad, in pain etc etc… I was drowning, and felt as if I was being the worst mother in the world. FOR YEARS.
DH doesn’t HAVE to deal with the kids because he knows he has a safety net. Ultimately, I’m here. It’s only the last couple of years, now the children are young teens, that I have been able to take a couple of days out at a time to be away and turn my phone off.
I tried to before, and there were nearly some dire consequences. This was not learned helplessness. DH was so distressed by what happened, and I would not put myself or any child through that, so why would I put him through it? Why do we forgive this “disability” in children, but not in adults? If it’s a physical disability, you’d never expect someone wheelchair bound to suddenly walk, to save their kids, so why, if an adult shuts down in a moment of extreme stress, is that not understood?
Now, the kids are better at self care (marginally), love being left a tick list, and old enough to “have a go” at dad if he’s forgetting something… and between them they all have different vested interests, so one will never forget to eat, another will never forget they need medicine, and one will make sure that the dog gets fed (please read that with some humour, not literal).
DH has always done a lot of work on creating a separate relationship with them. Which is brilliant. He can happily take one child at a time for some hours/overnight, and they all stay in one piece, and the kids love it. He also does a lot more menial stuff than he used to, but will also just stop if he is under stress, which is exasperating, but no longer makes me seeth as I realise it’s got nothing to do with keeping me down.
I know the children shouldn’t have to be involved in their own care in this way, but short of bringing in a nanny or something (which we couldn’t afford, and would be plain ridiculous), I think it works for us. And helps build their independence at a fast rate too. There are plenty of children out there who are full time carers for their parents, this is nothing near that.
So, that’s my experience of being an ADHD mum, with an autistic husband.