I just don’t really know where to turn with this, really, so have namechanged and come on here. I’m just feeling really REALLY haunted by dreadful feelings of guilt. They’re very much justified but I just don’t really know where to put them, how to act on them, iyswim.
For the first 4.5 years of DC1’s life (he’s now 9) I was in a really bad way emotionally. We lived far away from family and friends, my marriage was breaking down slowly and painfully and looking back I’m certain I had quite bad PND which went undiagnosed and untreated and just grew and grew (due, in part, to my huge fears around the stigma of asking for help and appearing incompetent, ironic, as you’ll see….).
I’m so so much better now. We moved much closer to loved ones, the end of the marriage got sorted eventually and now we’re really amicable co-parents, I had two years of therapy for my own issues and can honestly say I’m in the best shape I’ve been in for years emotionally and know all the tools to never live that unhappily again. And I’m the best mum I can possibly be.
But when I think back to those dark days…. I have horrible flashbacks. I did my best as a parent, of course, and for most of the time got through, I would say that 99percent of the time I was ‘good enough’ and gave him loving, nourishing care.
But I was so unaware of how bad a state I was in, and how 'not OK' this was for an innocent little boy to grow up around. He sometimes saw me crying when he was a toddler, I would get frustrated and anxious over the tiniest things, I really don't think he had a very good start.
And to my utter horror I now realize there were rare times when I lost it and was really, properly abusive. I’ve always been adamantly anti-smacking, etc. but what I don’t think I realized when he was small was that doing something physical, eg, dressing, putting him into the car seat and being angry at the same time would lead to me doing these things TOO ROUGHLY out of frustration. So there were times when he was playing up and I’d end up overpowering him physically and forcing him into whatever action I was trying to do. The worst one I remember was when he was being silly and resisting as I was trying to put on a jumper rushing out the door and I ended up manhandling him into it so roughly I accidentally scratched his neck. He still has a scar. God. I feel like a total monster and feel sick every time I see it. Of course I didn’t intend to harm him but it wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t angry and didn’t fail to control myself. I think my parents were this way with me so it wasn’t until the fog of my depression lifted that I was able to see to my horror that I was vulnerable to repeating the same patterns. Not an excuse, I know, just an indicator of my subsequently developed awareness. I take full responsibility for the utter unacceptable dreadfulness of my actions.
Now nothing remotely like this has happened for years. I’m very very conscious these days and if I feel myself getting angry I vocalize it and remove myself from the situation before I start shouting. My body’s physical reactions to stress and anger are very much noticed and kept in check. I have no worries whatsoever about my children’s safety moving forward.
But honestly this guilt just seems to be getting worse and I don’t know how to process it. I’m not looking for anyone to come along and say ‘there there, you didn’t do anything wrong’ because I know I did. I know it’s deeply regrettable and unforgivable. But does anyone maybe have any words of wisdom on how to move on from such feelings so they stop consuming me and getting in the way?
I’m even considering ‘turning myself in’ to the police for assault… that way I know I’ve got my just desserts? But then am I just being a drama queen and failing to deal with my own stuff once again at the expense of my children’s wellbeing (thinking of the fallout that would cause).
Just reaching out from my own hell… if anyone has anything whatsoever to say in response then I’ll be grateful.