A long one, so thanks for reading until the end...
For a few months now I’ve had PND. I went to see the doctor about a totally unrelated matter, she asked me how it was going and I burst into tears! I have a counselling appointment booked for March... so although things are not brilliant I am sorting it out. My husband is completely understanding and massively supportive.
My own mother has been visiting once a week since baby was born (he’s now 8 months). She visited one day when I was feeling particularly stressed out so perhaps wasn’t on top form. I knew something was up when she left early and didn’t help tidy the house (I completely do not expect her to do this but she has done it every week until that visit so I knew she was annoyed). Anyway she didn’t speak to me for a week then (not unusual) but she also didn’t text me to let me know she was planning on visiting the night before her regular visit. I text her and got a very crappy and short text saying no she wouldn’t be visiting. A few days later she text again to say she wouldn’t be visiting regularly anymore as my son is older and the weather is getting colder (!). During that period I got my PND diagnosis. I bit the bullet and decided to tell her about it. In response I got a horrible letter from her in the post which was entirely focused on how I had made her feel and said some horrible things about me.
Now my reaction to a child of mine telling me they are suffering from depression would be something like “I’m so sorry to hear you are not well, how can I help?” Or something like that. Now my head is really screwed up thinking maybe I really was a bitch to her when she came to visit - although I can’t think what I did that was so bad. And she makes me feel this is all my fault. I was depressed in my teens and she dismissed it then - took a long time for our relationship to recover from that and I don’t think it ever did entirely.
I really valued the relationship I had with my own Grandma and I want the same for my son, irrelevant of my own relationship with her. We aren’t talking at the moment. She lives an hour and a half away.mmy husband’s parents live in NZ!
Has anyone experienced anything like this and how did you deal with it? I can’t have my mum messing with my head and screwing up my recovery because that letter really set me on a downwards spiral, can’t have that again.
Any advice or words of wisdom?