Okay so having a major freak out tonight and don't really know where to turn... I hope no one minds if I rant. I apologise in advance, but I don't have anywhere else to turn to.
So I'm 18, suffer from some long-term back injuries, ME and Borderline Personaility Disorder, with a history of anorexia / bulimia. I'm now medication and (yes I'll declair it and pray no one judges me..!) self harm free, but its getting harder every day at the moment. Because of my conditions, I'm on DLA and unable to work. My boyfriends flat isn't appropriate for me (well, us) to move in to, so the plan is for me to stay at home with my parents to have the baby. I should probably state that I'm 18 weeks pregnant, so that means my boyfriend and I have been together 19. We have known each other for a while, though, and are quite close, despite the age gap - he's 33. He's also fighting anorexia, and he's doing so well, I'm incredably proud of him.
So anyway - the plan was that I'd stay here. We don't have a spare room, so I was going to have a cot-bed in my room, presuming that by the time the child was 5 I would be well enough to start working, and the credit crunch would have eased off, so my boyfriend and I would have been able to afford to get a place together. I've got rid of my desk and half of my books, both of which pained me, to make sure that there is room. But basically - there isn't. I'll be lucky if I can get a cot in there. So that gives me maybe two years after the baby is born to get better and get out.
How the hell am I going to manage it?
My parents are in no financial position to support me (they're really struggling to even keep the house going) and my boyfriend can't afford to keep me, although obviously he is going to help. My DLA is going to decrease because of the baby when, if anything, I'll be spending more.
Its just all too much right now. I'm absolutely terrified of having this baby. And some "friends" have outright said to me they think I'm being selfish and should put the baby up for adoption. Every time I hear that, or remember what was said (unfortunately one of the few things my conditions don't alter is my long-term memory) its like a physical pain. Because I'm stressed my BPD is flaring up again - it got to the point where I couldn't sleep for hours last night because the voices I hear were telling me that my partner was going to kill me. I'm very lucky in that he understands me and doesn't take it personally, but I know it must hurt him that I don't - that I CAN'T - trust him completely.
I'm having to try and keep a hold on things because of bloody social services. I know they're only trying to do whats best for the baby, and for me, but I feel like I'm being watch all the time!!! I'm paranoid enough as it is, without knowing they're going to assess every tiny thing I do or say. I didn't even get an encouraging smile from her when I mentioned the fact I haven't hurt myself since the day I found out I was pregnant - thats three months nearly. Before that, I had been doing it multiple times a day, every day virtually, since I was nine. I'm not proud of what I did - to a degree I hate myself for it - but I am proud that I stopped because I didn't want to negatively affect my child. I'm sorry if thats too much infomation for anyone.
I have 22 weeks left of my pregnancy, and it doesn't feel long enough. My ME is already beginning to deteriarate under the stress of it on my body, and although I knew it was going to happen, I didn't know it would be this bad, or this soon.
I have less than 30 months until I need to be in my own place so there is space for the child. The council don't think its nessicary to supply housing for someone in my situation (ie, sharing a bedroom) until the child is SEVEN YEARS OLD. There isn't enough physcial room in my bedroom for two beds. What am I supposed to do??
On top of panicking about all of that, I have a 12 year old brother who hates the fact I'm pregnant. He tries to trip me up (When I do / can walk, I have to use a stick) and constantly puts me down for being, as he put it, "So f*ing stupid". He's being rude and abusive, and as much as my parents are saying its just his age and that everyone is the same at 12, I'm really struggling. He's of the opinion, he delcared in family therapy recently, that I'm just faking all my illnesses so I get away with more, and so that I get attention from everyone.
I hate being disabled. People stare at you, look down at you, speak slower to you, presume you're incapable of so much as thinking, just because you're in a chair, or can't walk by yourself. I know that sometimes that is the case - my Grandmother was semi-paralised after a stroke for 17 years - but it infuriates me. I know my situation could be so much worse, but my conditions are, well, to be frank, crap. For anyone that is aware of the AYME ability scale for ME, I'm at maybe 40-50%. Some days I can't process words. Some days I can't physically get myself out of bed. Some days people have to cut my food for me. So it hurt me when he said that.
I'm so frightened. I'm putting on a brave face for everyone else, even laughing about my pregnancy, being optimistic, but inside I feel just like a scared little girl who's lost her parents in the crowd.
I want to be a good mother. I want to supply everything this child wants and needs to make it happy. I want to help it grow into a responsible, happy, bright, social young adult. I feel so bad in myself for the fact I can't give it a nursery - I feel like I've failed before I've even jumped the first hurdle!
How am I supposed to get my own place in 30 months? I can't afford the rent prices around here. I just want to curl up and cry. I don't know where to turn - I've lost so many friends through getting my scholorship, and then through getting ill, and now through being pregnant. The only times I get out of the house during the week? On a Wednesday afternoon to see my therapist, and at the weekend to see my boyfriend. I sit at home four and half days a week and vegetate. I watch day time TV. I attempt to read but mostly find it hard to concentrate. My social contacts consist of people online, and an ex boyfriend who broke up with me in January because he couldn't deal with my disability. I forgave him for how much he upset me just so I can hear my mobile ring sometimes.
I feel totally usless.