Ds' dad lives in another country and barely keeps in contact.
I've been on my own with ds since I fell pregnant and have always done things on my own. For the most part, I don't mind.
Ds and I are extremly close but every now and then I find the responsibility of it all too much.
My friend's Ds died just over a week ago and I'm finding everything so hard. I'm worried about my friend. I'm worried about Ds. I'm worried about myself. And sometimes I just wish there was another adult to share this all with.
I can count on one hand the number of times I've felt like this since I had Ds (15yrs) but when it happens, it hits me with full force.
I have a supportive family and close friends but it just feels like everyone is dealing with their own shit at the moment.