I can’t see the wood for the trees today.
In a failing marriage, not hostile, but years of parenting 2 disabled children just tore us apart, we both know it’s over and we can’t afford to run 2 separate households just now so we sort of co-parent under the same roof. Not awful, but not emotionally healthy.
every day feels like Groundhog Day. I’m the primary carer for our 2
kids who have 24/7 physical and emotional needs. Days can’t be planned as seizures dictate the mornings and PDA profile runs the rest of the day. Some days feel softer; some hit harder with me being hit, sworn at, spat at. Not intentionally, it’s dysregulated behaviour. But it takes its toll.
my husband works long days and does what he can when he’s here but the kids mainly want me and because I do most of the primary care I’m simply
faster at meds, managing meltdowns and general medical care so end up doing it myself.
We feel very let down by the health system with very little at
home support due to community funding (it’s actually far easier when one is in hospital and well cared for, sadly)
that’s it really. I allow myself a good cry once a day and roll my sleeves up and get on with it. But there’s no joy. I just move from one care need to the next. Neither will be able to live independently, and life just feels….so very hard.
Thank you for listening.