I’ve name changed so I can completely open up and talk about my troubles without this being linked to anything else. I’m sure I’ll get piled on for some of the things I say but I don’t care anymore.
I’m a mum of two and I hate being a parent. I HATE it. Growing up, I never wanted kids. I was the only one in my friendship group that didn’t see myself having kids until I got pregnant with someone I was sleeping with casually for nearly two years.
I kept the baby and DD’s dad and I eventually got into a relationship. I got pregnant with my second child when DD was only three months old but during that pregnancy I realised our relationship wasn’t going to work. There was a lot of broken promises and he flat out refused to get a job (till this day he still doesn’t have one.)
Fast forward to now, DD will be 2 in May and DS will be 1 in a couple of weeks. My son was full term but spent a handful of months in NICU. When he was 4/5 months old, we found out he had a rare genetic disorder which is an intellectual disability. He has appointments all the time. I’m talking physio, OT, dietician, paediatrician, neurologist, ophthalmologist and we’re waiting for him to start portage. A lot of these appointments are even weekly!
My daughter now has suspected Autism and we have an appointment for her next month to start speech therapy as she doesn’t have any words at all. I also work three days a week to bring in extra money to the house so things constantly feel non stop. I was diagnosed with PND last summer and I’m on antidepressants which have made a slight difference.
The trouble is, I really have a strong hate for being a parent and I feel like I can’t be with my kids by myself. They’re not in danger or anything like that but I have no patience for anything. My son is really peaceful and will just sit in his little chair and play with a toy. But my daughter is so destructive. She isn’t actually doing anything wrong, just toddler things like chucking all the toys out of the toy box. Climbing up on the buggy to play with the light switch despite being asked to get down 1000 times.
This evening I put her in her cot so I could just get a breather for 5 minutes but I really feel like I can’t cope. To make things worse, I’ve been struggling so much that their dad is here basically everyday to look after the kids. That’s great right? A dad doing what they’re meant to do (bar actually working) and looking after their kids. But whenever he wants to go out, either to go and visit a friend or see his mum, I get so scared to be by myself. Anxiety literally hits my throat and chest straight away and I feel like I won’t cope without his help.
I’m not sure why I’m posting, no one can help me. I have a severely disabled child and everyday I feel like I’m drowning. But I put a smile on my face and act like I’m okay when I’m seriously not. I know people will pile on me saying why did I have two kids with someone who doesn’t work. I don’t even care about that anymore. I just can’t be a good parent because I hate the responsibility so much. I wish I could run away and never come back. My chest is tight writing this, thank you to anyone who’s read this