I wrote the following as a letter to myself. I wonder if anyone reads it would they have any advice for how I can make things better? I feel really low. Usually my problem is anxiety and don't get me wrong that shit is still there but this is the first time in my life I'm experiencing what I believe is depression also. I'm already on citalopram, have had CBT and counselling before, I could not commit to counselling again at the moment due to my son not being able to leave me for any length of time. I am currently flexi schooling him because he no longer copes at school either.
What am I going to do about my boy? It’s been a decade of parenting him and more letters/ conditions keep getting attached to him. RAS, ASD, VVS, Coeliacs disease, PTSD. I can’t manage it anymore.
He thinks I’m his saviour, his “make everything better” and if the last 12 months have taught me anything it’s that I can make none of it better, take none of it away. That means I fail; I fail the parenting challenge.
Everything I’ve tried hasn’t worked and he scares me. Not him, his conditions, they scare me. He’s the one living it and he’s only a 10-year-old baby and I can’t fix it so what is my purpose in this? He’s going to be stuck with anxiety for the rest of his life, just like I have been despite all the therapies and the self help and the medications. He’s certainly already stuck with the coeliacs and ASD for life. The RAS and VVS he may grow out of but let’s be honest he probably won’t. The PTSD, who knows if the EMDR will work – it’s the only thing I have hope for because I don’t already know that it’s a load of shit yet.
There are so, so, many amazing and positive things about my boy but all this stuff is starting to overshadow them. And then there’s me making it even worse if that’s possible by telling him he’s spending too much time on his ASD obsessions and living in a virtual world instead of the real one, making him think he’s not normal like other kids and destroying his little soul. Who the fuck am I to coax him out of his virtual world if it’s the only place he’s free from anxiety and feels happy – wouldn’t you want to spend as much time in that place if it did the same for you?
I’ve also been micromanaging his entire goddamn life and helicoptering him so no wonder he has no independence, no self-regulation and severe separation anxiety. Woman, you have ballsed this whole thing up for the last 10 years, majorly,
I know you did it all from a place of love, a place of worry, a place of instinct, a place of passion. But it’s been all wrong. How can I not have seen this?
You need to take a step back. But then how far is too far back? How much is too much to place on the shoulders of a 10-year-old with ASD and PTSD? I’m never going to get it right, am I? And even if I somehow managed to, its probably already far too late, isn’t it? A decade of doing it like this is probably ingrained so deeply in him that it’ll never break will it?
You’ve fucked it up Mama. Not on purpose, but you really, really have.