I am a Mum to a five week old and struggling a bit with some intrusive memories from my own past, which are affecting my mood at a time when I am already struggling to cope with the new responsibility of being a Mum.
My baby arrived prematurely after I experienced sudden heavy bleeding and my hospital experience was very stressful and potentially a little traumatic as my baby stopped breathing immediately after she was born and needed to be resuscitated. Nobody told me what was happening until I asked the anaesthetist and it felt like hours passed until I eventually got to hold her. The care we received afterwards was lacking and kind of destroyed my faith in the NHS if I'm honest but I won't go into details here. My baby has colic and I've been struggling with that too. Thankfully I am financially secure (and have a nice home and garden etc) and I have a loving and supportive partner.
Just as I was recovering from the birth and trying to adjust to life with a new baby, I started to have some intense conversations with my sister about our childhood. Our father died last year and it's brought up "stuff" for both of us, relating to both of our parents. I had "forgotten" some of the memories relating to my father until my sister reminded me of them. But now they are crystal clear and others relating to my mum are bothering me too. These are just some of the things I remember:
My Dad calling my 9 year old brother a "little c*nt" because he fractured his foot at a play park and it had inconvenienced my Dad as they'd had to go to A&E. Another time my Dad not taking my brother to the hospital for two days (leaving him in a dark room and saying "he'll be fine) when actually my brother had broken his leg in two places (accidentally while skateboarding).
Both parents drinking a lot (once my Dad broke a door off its hinges by trying to hold himself up on it while he was drunk). Once when we were on holiday they "lost" my three year old sister on the beach because they were too busy drinking in a beer garden and expected me (aged 5) to be keeping an eye on her. They found her several hours later at a hotel, an old lady had found her and taken her in off the beach. My parents told this as a "funny" story but looking back now it really isn't amusing, just plain neglectful.
Mum used to smash plates in the kitchen and barge into our rooms shouting sometimes (e.g., because she couldn't find her hairbrush and thought we'd have it).
My Dad had an affair and a secret child resulted from that, I found out about my half sibling when he was three years old but never saw much of him. My parents split up when I was 14 and my Mum leaned on me emotionally, telling me lots of details about my Dad's affair, including the STD that he had contracted. She would drink a bottle of wine most nights and get very angry/talk about my Dad and the affair a lot.
When I was 15 my Mum hit me around the face so hard that I saw stars (this was the only time she's ever hit me though other than "smacking" when I was little). She also put all my stuff in bin bags once when I was 15 years old because she was angry at me for something (staying out late or seeing a man she didn't like?). She threw my brother out on the street when he was 16 and let him know by putting all his stuff in bin bags outside.
My Dad could be misogynistic and racist. I remember him referring to one of my friends as a "slut" when I was 12/13, as she had large breasts. He still used this language throughout my adulthood. Once he told me that he was ashamed to be my sister's Dad because she was overweight but that he was proud of me because I was so beautiful.
When I was in secondary school I used drugs and had lots of chest infections, but my parents didn't seem concerned, they knew about the drinking and smoking cannabis and shrugged their shoulders. I think I was raped by a 17/18 year old when I was 15 (I was too incapacitated to consent). I skipped school a lot but my Mum was too caught up in her own stuff to notice and I rarely saw my Dad as he'd move out to be with his mistress.
The problem is on paper we looked like a fairly middle class family and my Dad could be very charming. My Dad was a business owner and my Mum worked in Child Protection (oh, the irony!). I did very well academically and both me and my brothers made our parents very "proud" with our achievements and successful careers.
Obviously there were good sides to my parents too but I feel that they have damaged me in some ways. I'm in my thirties and feel I should be "over this" by now and as I said, they weren't all bad. I never wanted for clothes or food and always had a roof over my head and at times things were good.
I feel obligated to play Happy Families now and my Mum wants to be very involved as a grandmother. I was estranged from her for two years but since my Dad died we have been on good terms again. I don't want to deprive her of seeing my baby but I find seeing her very stressful and she always seems to want more from me than I can give.
Any advice/perspective would be welcome as at the moment this is all just swirling in my head and making it hard to find clarity. I often struggle with irritability and low mood and a lot of anxiety. I'm on medication for this (SSRI) and have been offered some support from the perinatal mental health team.