Ok, I haven'tt been on here for a few months. Was taking time to sort my head out. The citalopram made me worse, an my HV told me that as I knew the root of my depression, counselling may be a better course of action.
That still hasn't been sorted, but on advice of another heaklth proffessional, I told my parent's what was going on with the depression.To start with, my mother insisted I wasn't depressed (despite the fact she lives 2000 miles away, we speak once a week, and she doesn't see me in tears on a frequent basis), which then turned to her telling me I obviously wasn't coping. Since then, her criticisms of my parenting have increased tenfold. I don't leave my son to CIO, which she says I should do. This is despite the fact I don't feel comfortable with it. I've been nagged to wean him onto a bottle from the breast, despite the fact he's thriving (just below the 91st centile in both height and weight) and every time I tell her something, eg, he doesn't need a bottle, he can use a beaker now he's 6 months old, she gives me the whole "of course, I forgot new mums know it all" attitude.
Did anyone else have similar problems with their parents?