So sorry Sax... I'm not ignoring you, honest. I had a meeting.
I totally relate to everything you're saying. I hated the world, I hated my life.... in fact the only thing I didn't hate was my ds. HE alone is the only reason I am still here. THANKFULLY!
I couldn't tell anyone until I felt in control. Ds was 18mths old when I first told my Mum.... and even then it took us both to drink a bottle of wine on Christmas day before I could open up. She was horrified.
I didn't enjoy being a Mum, I thought all those proud grinning Mums were lying to themselves that they were really happy to have a baby. I couldn't believe it when I saw women with newborn babies who looked happy. I painted such a good front, but inside I hated all those 'normal' Mums.
I don't actually remember much about the 1st year of ds's life.... its just a scary black cloud.
When dd came along I FINALLY understood what it felt like to walk down the street with your newborn and feeling on top of the world! I had proven to myself and to everyone that I could do 'normal'. Silly though it sounds.
This isn't your fault. And when you recover and look back at this point in your life you'll realise that. You're NOT doing this deliberately, you're NOT trying to hurt anyone.... in fact you are doing everything in your power to avoid that! That is half the battle.
Keep talking, keep venting.... I'm never away from MN for very long!