Ahhh I identify with this so much. Even coming on mumsnet to find other mums who feel like this is part of my OCD! I’m always trying to find proof that it’s not just me...
I can’t offer too much wisdom other than I’m the same; and I think it will be something I just have to manage. Getting to know my own anxiety has been helpful- for example, i can tell that when I have these obsessional and intrusive thoughts, something must have triggered the anxiety- bad sleep or hangover etc. And I think sometimes it helps to understand that the anxiety latches onto the loving your child thing because that’s my very greatest fear- that I don’t love him enough. It’s not grounded in any reality of course- but anxiety rarely is.
A good technique I learnt in therapy is a distancing exercise- so you would say outloud:
I don’t love my child
I think that I don’t love my child
I’m having the thought that I don’t love my child
I notice that I’m having the thought that I don’t love my child
This really helps me to see that these aren’t facts, they’re just thoughts and have no bearing on what I really feel.
I agree, it’s such an under discussed topic. Before I had help for my PND (from perinatal services) I thought I was literally the only one who a/ couldn’t love their child and b/ had all these obsessional worries about it.
Now I realise that these thoughts are really very common especially amongst anxious people. I think society tells you so strongly that mothers instinctively love their babies, that it absolutely knocks you for six when you feel like you’re the only one who doesn’t. It’s hard to recover from that and really knocks your confidence from the get go.
Much like you, on my good days I KNOW how much I love my son, and it’s obvious to everyone who knows me. But it’s a really really enduring worry, and obviously the more you worry about it, the harder it is to feel connected- a horrible vicious circle.
But know that you’re not alone with it, and if you can, really try and think of the thoughts as separate from who you are. They are anxious thoughts, they are NOT your thoughts.
The more I think about it (and believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot) the more I think that love for a child isn’t this mystical instant feeling. For me it has grown and continues to grow, and usually grows when I’m showing my son how much I love him- by cuddling him, dressing him, taking him out to the playground, turning up on time to pick him up from nursery. That’s what love is.