All my life it's held me back, even when I'm feeling good, and enjoying good friendships etc. There's always a block, a glass ceiling basically. Where I just can't go any further, even if I don't realise that's what I'm feeling. It's only after much thought and soul searching that I realise I can't do something because I'm scared.
It's happened over and over throughout my life. I suffered severe anxiety and panic attacks, ending up with agrophobia in my early twenties. It took a couple of years out of my life. Eventually I got stronger again and I went to university. I loved my course and was expected to get a first, but I got pregnant in my final year.
Fast forward to now, I'm single, in my 30s, 2 kids. My eldest has special needs and although not severe (however not especially mild either) it affects every area of our life. He's at a special school, which means no after school club, I can't use other childcare for him as he finds it too stressful. My poor dd has no life because we always have ds with us and there's lots we can't do. She is missing out on normal stuff like going to the park after school. Nobody ever invites her to play after school and I feel so bad for her. She is fantastic, friendly lovely child, so I think it must be me, or maybe they feel uncomfortable about ds.
I'm trying so hard to do the right things, and I just have no idea what they are! I have gone NC with all my family except my dad. It was a good decision, it's been 12 months now, and I feel so much more at peace.
I'm just rambling now. Trying to give a full picture and not drip feed, but my head's such a muddle. I need to be the grownup and take care of the family, but I just feel so lost and I need to someone to tell me what to do. I feel like I'm constantly making bad decisions, and I have no one to ask so it just rattles around in my head all day until I feel dreadful about what a shit life I'm giving my dd.