I have been suffering from depression on and off since DD was born 15 years ago. In the last 7 years I have been constantly on citalopram apart from a few months here and there. Looking back I think I had some degree of depression and/or anxiety from my mid teens. It has flared up again from time to time but not got unbearAable until PND with DD.
I don't often see my brother who is 6 years older than me very often but we all got together last weekend. He and I took the dogs for a long walk and had a good chat. Turns out he has been on setraline for 8 years too. I never knew that but i must admit I often thought I saw some of the signs I saw in myself. He didnt know I was either.
So both children have had this horrible albatross round our necks for years. So bloody sad.
I am fairly sure my mum was depressed most of my childhood. She was a very anxious woman, few friends, always worried about what people thought of her, worried about money, worried about us, worried about everything. I remember a lot of my childhood as being a fog of anxiety - wondering how she would be today, how she would react to things. We both in different ways learned to 'keep mum happy', to jolly her along, to try to distract from things we thought would upset her. As an adult I don't confide in her at all - just don't feel I can trust her to remain strong. As far as I know she never sought help - that would not have occurred to her - illness was something like flu or heart disease! That isn't to say she wasn't also a loving warm parent much of the time. But I grew up very anxious, shy and with a hair trigger to any sort of stress.
Hearing about my DB really made me wonder if being with a depressed anvious parent