I'm a regular, but have namechanged for this.. I have been depressive and had different eating disorders throughout the most of my life. I had PND after the birth of my son 3.5 years ago, and have very recently come off the citalopram I was given, as pills have never had much of a effect in my mind and I though I had been stable for a long time. However I'm now thinking that it might benefit me to get back on the citalopram after all, since I've taken a turn for the worse.
My son is really testing me right now. He does NOTHING willingly. Everything is a struggle, and he NEVER listens. It has become increasingly hard, if not impossible, for me to control my anger and frustration when dealing with him. I often end up screaming at him, handling him rougher than I would like or throwing objects (e.g. if he has got a dummy in his mouth during the day, even though he knows he is only allowed them for sleeps, and if he doesn't surrender it willingly I will just yank it out of his mouth and throw it across the room) and the like. DH is around most of the day and supportive, but he is self-employed, so needs time to work alone in his office for many hours each day. DS has now started saying that he wants his daddy and cries if DH goes out of the house for a meeting. DS categorically doesn't want anything to do with me.
It stands to reason that DS hates me because I'm always telling him off and snapping at him. I must be quite scary sometimes. DH can be a lot calmer (but I think I would be as well, in his position, not having to spend most of the day with DS, being the "bad guy"). On top of snapping at DS I now also ignore him quite a lot and don't engage with him as much as I've done, because I feel so resentful. Why should I be nice to DS, if he's not nice to me? I just look forward to bedtime from the morning forwards. I know this is VERY irrational and DS is just a child, incapable of scheming to break me, but it doesn't help.
DS has been going to pre-school for the last 2 weeks, and I've loved having a couple of hours off every day to myself, but now he has come down with a very bad cough (although is fine otherwise) and put on antibiotics. GP also said that he shouldn't go to school for at least 4 days, until the antibiotics work. That was the last straw for me. Took to my bed feeling totally defeated for most of today while DH looked after DS. I can't face another day with DS. I hate myself for being such a shit mother. I really coudn't be much worse..
I was thinking that a bit of framework for handling his behaviour would be useful and also DS likes being in control and knowing what's going to happen next, so I thought I'd do the marble jar reward thing for good behaviour, but came unstuck at thinking what behaviours he should get a marble for and how specific I should get with his daily schedule, so I just lost it and threw my pen and paper into the corner while screaming like a mad woman. The smallest thing I can't do. Everything feels like too much. Trying to do the chart and failing broke the camel's back. Also I screeched at DH to "fuck off and disappear"
I need help, please! And sorry. I know I'm being a really spoiled shit.