Firstly I feel I need to 'fess up - I'm not a mum I hope I get to be one day and knowing I may never is one of the reasons life seems so pointless and hopeless. I'm turning 30 soon so trying to tell myself there's plenty of time and focus on the other stuff...
But I also keep ending up at mumsnet when I google things to try and find someone else who has been here, so I can maybe figure out what to do or how to go on. Also people here seem to have a good, sensible grip on things and sort of straight talk in a way it's hard to find in real life.
Anyway... I'm severely depressed, with anxiety and chronic low-level trauma running through it all. I was clearly unwell throughout my teen years (though tried to hide it) and when I sought help as a young adult was basically hurriedly diagnosed BPD and refused all therapy or anything. Was treated like a waste of space and they seemed to think my problem was asking them for help, and I should just be fine.
I question the diagnosis as I didn't fit the symptoms and entered services by politely asking for help, not a suicide attempt or self-ham through A&E or anything. (Not that people shoud be treated badly with BPD either.) Obvs as they wouldn't help thigs got worse and police used to take me to them a lot, this sort of thing increased their view I was just an attention-seeking waste of space. They would not listen to me, try to understand me or treat me resonably.
Fast forward a few years and although life was better etc., I ended up breaking down, in a depressed haze kind of way. Wasn't used to feeling crap without bad stuff going on, then nightmares and memories started and I realised it was all because I'd never actually dealt with that stuff when it was happenning. Although in addition I still find myself frustrated with the hypocrises and other weird stuff humans do gets to me sometimes, trying to find my place in all that, having been a 'people pleaser' trying not to 'make a mistake' all my life. Lost my job when I broke down and have now been 4.5 years with no help from services - I've tried, and get pushed from pillar to post, referrals refused, told I'm on waiting lists when I'm not, and eventually finanly discharged with strict instructions to my GP not to re-refer me because apparently I can't work with them because I "feel too let down" by them.
I don't even have any diagnosis at all atm - which is horrible, i'm scared it's going to throw up problems, like they're saying there's nothing wrong with me. They also are making out I have BPD (I definitely don't meet the criteria now) although they won't put it on my notes (I'm scared to push them on this as having it on there properly would be even worse!) Basically they just refuse to listen to me/take in nything I say, and seem to constantly try to get everything to fit their inaccurate view of me. If I try to question them or explain it's seen as further proof of how awful I am. Even my GP who had seemed to care now appears to have lost interest/absorbed some of the horrible things they think about me. It feels like they are hoping I will kill myself, and I do keep thinking about it as the only way out. I hate the way they see me as some weird, incurale 'complex case' who just needs to 'manage' not actually have a chance to heal.
I see a therapist privately who seems very concerned and acually contacted them/broke confidentiality because she was so concerned. She has expressed surpirse at how they treat me but is obviously being careful what she says. Frustratingly, the 'deep' stuff that therapy brings up is on hold as I'm struggling just to get by/get out of bed/eat. So I'm not actually getting better anymore.
The way the services treat me is contributing greatly to how bad things are atm. I feel like I could fight on if only there was a vaguey supportive attitude, insted of a blaming/damning one. It's this horrible situation where I'm expected to feel good about myself and press on, yet the very fact that my struggles are viewed as me ''being bad' or 'not trying hard enough' actually drags me down. (Just exited a relationship where this was the case too.) Rather than encouraging, it's punitive and I feel a failure. I don't even want them to do much anymore, just appear to care. It's the same in life too I'm so worn out with having to pretend everything's fine and smile in order to maintain social contact. Not quite everyone, but I don't really have anyone I can truly open up to, mainly because it's all so complicated it takes ages to explain where I'm coming from, and/or people simply don't believe how bad services are/how bad I feel. Others in my life have their own struggles so it's not appropriate to burden them.
I automatically 'put on a face' when around people, so any way to try and get help or even speak to someone ends up with me a drifty, robotic character and they can't see the pain/it's locked inside. Difficult as services see me as quite the opposite - a hysterical attention-seeker - so the read things quite differently. This post is robotic like that, as I have tried to outine things without emotions. Please knowthe emotions are dragging e down like a lead weight in my stomach, and have been getting worse for weeks - but there is nowhere to turn.
Advice is welcome, thank you for reading.