After 7 weeks of not feeling right (since DD was 3 weeks old), I have finally accepted that I may have PND. I am trained in recognising the signs in others, but it has taken me this long to acknowledge the signs in myself. It all came to a head about an hour ago, when I also finally admitted to DP that I'm not ok. It took everything I had, but when you are sobbing on the sofa for no reason, there comes a point when you just have to accept it.
However, he's not been so accepting. "I think you're just trying to talk yourself into it, you're just tired". Hang on - why on earth would anybody WANT to talk themselves into feeling like this? I feel like I am the most horrible person on earth, I cry all the time, I don't want to do anything or see anybody, I don't sleep at night even though I am exhausted, because I'm so worried that DD is going to die in her sleep, I snap all the time, I have developed OCD, when I do sleep I have nightmares about DD falling into the sea and drowning.
But, reading through the symptoms, DP said "well, you don't exactly have loss of appetite". Yet another little dig about me being fattter than I was pre-pregnancy.
He doesn't believe in depression. He thinks if you just get out and take exercise then you won't be depressed any more.
So, what did he do when I blurted it out through my sobs? He made a joke about hiding the kitchen knives, gave DD a kiss and went to B&Q for a garden fork. No hug, no "it'll be ok". Nothing.