from the top (havent disappeared, just writing long drivelling post)
my mum hates me, always has, i am a failing role, not a person to her. my dad is a weak weak man who hid behind me when i was a child then abandoned me when i grew up except asking for money. saw them easter bank holiday and it made me sad to see how they are.
my sister was lovely but she got iller and iller and no one could explain it and she died 4 years ago, and i haven;t got over her cos she was my whole past, present and future and the reason i exist and the only person that saw me as a person, and watching her painful horrible life was torture.
(d)h is a nasty cruel man with mental health problems, who i've been supporting and sacrificing everything to for 7 yrs (everything being money, solictors bills, loans, emotionally, physical health...). I got pregnant by accident and he went mental and wanted me to kill it, and then when i wouldn't made my life living hell and like the idiot i am i tried and tried and pleaded and took anything he threw at me in the hopes that i'd deserve him and i kept having these little fantasies of reconciliation at the first scan, at the nct meetings, at the birth, when ds came home etc etc etc, and he just got worse and worse.
Health already dodgy I got spd early on, and was in agony, gp did nothing. worked in agony and on crutches in highly stressful job til 39 weeks to even afford a bit of maternity leave. work hate me as they knew i was looking around for another job (as they are mean and bitchy and nothing i do is ever good enough even though am v good at job) when i got preggars, and then promoted me before they knew i was pregnant and never forgave me for it.
ds born and spd pain got dramatically worse, no body listens, turned out hips actually starting to come out of joint as no muscles working in the right way...
6 months of hellish pain and descent into being a cripple finally changed gp, and then got sent off to a number of useless consultants who told me i was making a fuss and its normal birth pains... went back to work as had to, work horrible and since oct have been regularly working til 3am after ds asleep just to try and keep up, and still being told i am rubbish...
h meaner and meaner and also hit me, which tips me over the edge and we split up, but he won't move out... staying on the sofa like a parasite. making me feel like crap every second of every day, but i can't afford full weeks childcare as paying back loans, and theroetically earn too much for any help. dont think declaring self bankrupt would help much and tryoing to get through til next year when main loan paid back.
Fast forwards to this month, finally get a consultant to listen and it turns out my sister had Ehlers Danlos type 4 undiagnosed, so had a death sentence from birth, and i have it too, but maybe/ prob not type 4, just the crippling agony and end up in a wheel chair one... and my baby might have it. Life has been one jolly whirlwind of medical appointments and lots more to come: genetics, specialist physio x 2, pain clinic x 2, heart and lung tests, blood tests, podiatry, pain psychology, and god know want else. Not to mention the physio and acupuncture and councelling i pay for and doing around the edges of my full time job, and working every hour that god sends...
Consultant tells me that i have pushing my body beyond its limits and without slowing down, it doesnt matter how much physio etc i do, my body is in a negative spiral that will end BADLY.
can't see a way out... so at rock bottom? noooo, work decide to kick up a fuss as apparently am not doing my job properly as if am not in the office 24/7 i can;t manage my teams and they are feeling lost. Make it clear that the one person who was lost is far more important that she was worried about what she had to do that day rather than my health and actual life.
legal advice, meetings, fighting battle on this front too... rock bottom? noooo... according to h i deserve everything and i am making it up and i should support him, clear up after him, and let him live in a way that leaves me in so much pain everyday... and then asks for f*cking money on top of that... rock bottom? nooo, i think pain consultant has prescribed me wrong pain drugs which interact with the anti-ds i am on... feel awful and not taking them as make everything v trippy.
have been having counselling as am determined never to be treated lilke this again by anyone... but i can't do anything about it as every which way i turn someone else is screwing me over and demanding their piece of flesh...
have started cancelling medical appointments just to keep my job, and i just don't know how to carry on...
have been trying to ask support off friends, and i get a load of sympathy in that moment, and then its like i never said anything... and they look surprised if i ever bring it up again...