I've just posted this on the 'has parenting affected your mental health?' thread, but wondered if anyone was around to offer some support? I'm feeling very down as built up the courage to call a IAPT helpline, but didn't realise it was just an answerphone service, where someone will call me back within 7 days to arrange a telephone interview.
dd is 2 - and I feel like I could cope with the little baby bit, even though she had reflux and would never let me put her down, I just ignored all house work and concentrated on her which seemed to work ok.
Now that she's a toddler I have no idea to cope - she is at that stage where she is fearlessly jumping off anything and has no idea about risks. She's also testing my buttons, and is an absolute angel for everyone except for me and dh, my childminder has seen the transformation and was horrified! I can not let my eyes off her otherwise she is destroying something or getting into danger.
I work full time, and have a ridiculous commute - 3 hrs to get home via the childminders. Half of that journey is with dd in the pushchair and it is the worst 90 minutes of the day. She scrams at me constantly. I'm socially anxious anyway and this just pushes me over the edge, If I forgot to bring a digestive to keep her quiet then she just keeps on and on unless a stranger smiles at her and then she goes back to being a sweet little angel, but reserves her anger at me. It's so embarassing and makes me feel like a rubbish parent - and I know that everyone on the bus will be hating me for not keeping her quiet and must think she's starved (Chocolate mummy! Mummy NOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!. DH does the morning run, thankfully so it is only once a day.
I know in the back of my head that if I asked the grandparents to adopt dd they would, which makes me sick for thinking such a horrible thing but I am just so exhausted.
It doesn't help that I moved away from family a few months ago, into a rented house which seemed lovely but is actually full of problems - electrics are dangerous and we get small electric shocks from our light switches and appliances as the property isn't earthed, everytime we turn the lights on, its actually burning the wood above in the loft so am constantly aware a fire could be starting. our dining room roof now leaks when it rains (have to leave a bucket there) and windows don't open or close properly, kitchen cupboards are rotten and falling apart and the floor is mouldy. Silverfish infestation, windows which you can put your hand through the hinge when closed, bits of plumbing are missing... taps missing... light switches missing.. patio door handles missing... there's 5 pages worth of things to be fixed.
Environmental health came round two weeks ago, after I had spent two months being fobbed off by the landlords and wrote a report demanding that the landlords fix the electrics within 7 days and the rest of the issues within 4-5 weeks, but as yet nothing has been done - apparently their electrician is on holiday... they can't find a roofer. So whenever dd is at home i have to keep her safe and away from the bucket of water in the dining room, and away from the dishwasher because it gives the most almighty shocks and hope that silverfish aren't crawling over her bed like they are mine and hope that she doesn't eat anything off the kitchen floor and that she doesn't burn herself. I can't see a way out because it is hard to find a landlord who will accept us as tenants, and we don't have six weeks deposit money available and we are not a priority for a council house. Because I work full time with a long commute I do not actually have the time to call the council etc during the day so its really hard to sort everything out.
I am stressed and anxious and am such a stressy boring person now, but I genuineley can not cope with the stress anymore. I've taken a sick day today as yesterday I went to the doctors thinking that I was suffering from low blood pressure (dizzy, near faints for 2 weeks). They said that there is nothing wrong with my blood pressure and that it is probably just stress and anxiety. I was actually sobbing for the doctors appointment as just before hand in the waiting room dd had had the mother of all tantrums because I put her in her pushchair (she kept trying to run out of the waiting room), I didn't actually have the strength to fight her and felt completely out of control. The receptionist came with a colouring in sheet to help me.
Because I was sobbing, the doctor mentioned post natal depression and gave me anti-depressants, and also a helpline number to call for group cbt (which i keep trying - it seems to be dead) but I feel like I would be fine if I could just have a break and have the time to sort everything out that needs doing!
Sorry - that is far far too long, I just can not see a way out anymore.