My DS is 5 (nearly 6), and DH and I are struggling so much more than I feel we should be. DS was diagnosed with autism last summer and with dyspraxia the Christmas before that.
Every day is an uphill battle and rather than getting better, each day seems worse than the one before. Every now and again we have little moments of happiness but they're few and far between. I find it so upsetting when I get the 'one/two/three year ago' photos pop up on my phone because it reminds me how happy we all used to be. DS's autism seems to be getting stronger/affecting him more by the day.
DD is almost 2 and barely gets a look-in. Everything revolves around DS for fear of him exploding, and is tailored to what we think he can handle without having a meltdown (which is not very much these days). And so DD just gets the dregs of our attention and energy.
I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead, and go to bed every night wishing I wouldn't wake up the next day.
I feel like such a failure to be struggling this much though, as I know that so many people have it much worse than we do. On the surface our problems don't seem too bad - DS is verbal and in mainstream school, and to an outsider it probably seems like there's nothing wrong with him. So why are our lives so awful?!
Sorry for the ramble - I only really have DH to talk to, but he's obviously stuck in the same boat as me and by the time the bedtime ordeal is over and all our other chores are sorted we don't have the energy to talk. I used to be able to moan to my mum but she's supporting other family members with health issues so I don't want to keep burdening her.
It was DH's birthday today and I'd tricked myself into thinking we might have a nice day, which was stupid as it's been just as horrible as all the other days.