5 years ago, I discovered I was 6 months pregnant after only dating DP for 10 months. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I had no family around as I'd moved away for work and at the same time, my parents divorced and were living with friends, so I couldn't even go and stay with them.
When I informed my manager I was pregnant, she was less than impressed and spent the final 11 weeks of my time at work bullying me. I became extremely isolated as other colleagues distanved themselves from me as a result.
Unsurprisingly, I ended up with PND. I would hallucinate at times (although kept this to myself), felt smothered by DPs family who were all elated and were turning up unannounced to see the baby, nobody asked how I was doing.
Eventually, my HV referred me to a MH unit as an outpatient and I got better.
DP has stuck with me (in body) but not necessarily in mind. We bought a new home together when I returned to work and have managed to create a life with our little family of 3.
The problem is that throughout, he's never taken me seriously. I was emotional and volatile during the final 3 months of my pregnancy and had irrational thoughts for quite some time afterwards through the PND. I thought DPs mum wanted to steal my baby for a while.
I've had numerous clinical assessments since and they all rule out any form of mental illness. I don't feel depressed but I do feel a little anxious and question myself a lot, seeking reassurance. I've thrown myself into being a Mum and love it.
DP sees me however as this volatile, emotional over-reacting, pain in the arse hypochondriac.
For the first 3 years of our daughter's life, she was ill a lot. I knew something was wrong, but I was always the hypochondriac mother in his and his family eyes. Then at age 3 after I kept taking her to appointments and demanding answers, she was diagnosed with an allergy which was negatively impacting her immune system and making her ill. It took for her to physically faint for anyone to take me seriously. I've been praised by her consultant for following through.
When she was 8 months old, DP told me I was "unreasonable" for not allowing her to stay overnight at his parents house. This is when I was in the thick of PND and couldn't bear to be away from her.
DP happens to be best friends with my old manager's brother (the one who bullied me) and for a year, DP made excuses, it was all in my head. Then one day, he saw the way she treated me for himself when he was out socially and he realised I wasn't "mental" as he likes to call me.
I'm very intuitive and know if something is wrong with DC, like many mums, but he disregards my feelings and thoughts until he "sees the facts."
If I fall out with someone, he immediately takes the other side. When his parents have slipped up and given DC an allergy food, it's me who is unreasonable when I express my anger and frustration.
I am sick, sick, sick of being made out to be some sort of crazy woman. He hasn't let go of the past, I'm not ill anymore. I'm not depressed anymore. I can think logically.
I need to leave him, don't I?