Ah, marff It's not called Mother's ruin for nuffink, now, is it?
Anyway, I'm allowed a drink, so make with the bombay sapphire (I'll have a wedge of lime, too, please, ta muchly)! To be honest, I'm probably a prime candidate for PND - indeed, it's probably fair to say I have AND... and I've had just the regular garden variety on and off for much of my life since, oh, about 15. What I won't be able to convey to them, though, is that I am horribly self aware of it, and I also know when I'm at the point where I really need to seek help (and by help I pretty much mean AD's). THing is, as much as I've been pretty low (and, y'know, with good reason!) over the last year there are two big differences between now and 'then' (when I was with ExH) One: DF is massively more supportive. He has his own wobbles and stuff, but on the whole I know I can lean on him. It's not something I had 'then'. And, two: Mumsnet, specifically originally the mc board but now this thread. In real life, I'm usually a closed book and don't talk emotions much, if at all (other than with DF who usually wants to talk about what I'm thinking a whole lot more than I want to!). Here I feel comfortable venting some and again, not something I had 'then'.
Innyhoo, if they wanna be on the look out then so be it. I'm not one of those 'Bloody busy bodies, who do they think they are' types - they're doing a job and god-knows we all get up in arms when women/children fall through the cracks so I'm happy to be kept an eye on (as much as I feel I don't really need it - I'm not infallible
maybe I will need it!)
jaffa for you. All I can say is that, for me anyway, it gets a little easier with the passing of time - and I'm only just passing the first anniversary of delivering (but have passed due date proper and then didn't have a 'he should have been x months old' thought until very recently when it occured, in a non-upsetting way, that he would have been 6 months). I fully expect that to snowball. Of course it never goes completely, but I think, I hope, the intensity fades.
I was gonna leave a late night snack but I am absolutely stuffed to the gills on crappy, 'orrid McDonalds (the idea of which is always more appealing than the reality!) and I can't bear to even think about typing words of food. So sorry!