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Re: re: i dont know what to do
When my first son was 9 months old, I felt very much the same. That no-one cared or would come visiting. My husband's family didn't help much either ( I was amd still am the useless lazy Australian in the family - their loss, not mine). Everyday I would get up and spend the day crying, thinking that the world, and more importantly, my husband and son were better off without me. I really felt like no-one else in the world knew how this felt.
I happend to end up speaking to my clinic sister and actually confessing exactly how I felt. Like you too, I was so worried about having my child taken off me. She gave me a brochure and explained that for a certain percentage of women, the 'baby blues' that I was experiencing became prolonged and more intensified and that it was called Post-Naatal Depression. The first thing I did was went home and threw the information out. There was NO WAY that I could be depressed!
I'm very lucky that she didn't give up that easily on me. She actually called a mum's group that was running in the next suburb from us and organised for me to attend. She even organised for a ride so I had to go.
So I found myself at this group, not wanting to be there, thinking there was nothing wrong with me, and definately not going to conribute any information. Then everyone introduced themselves and their stories. Oh, my God! Everyone there had felt exactly how I had! Every one. There was even a dad there.
I'm not saying I told my story that week, or even the week after that. It took me a very long time to trust them and open up, but after I did that, I felt so much relief. What added to the releif was that there were little treats each week to make us all feel special, and we all knew that what we said, was kept within the group. I made a few good friends ther, with whom I still keep in touch with now ( my son is now 12 years old).
In the end I attended that group for 7 months, and continued on with another group for another 3 months. Both worked in helping me to open up my network, and reinforce exactly what a great job of being a mum I was really doing. I think one of the biggest things I learnt from these groups is that sometimes, you really do havre to put yourself first and take care of yourself. Don't critisice yourself for trying, tomorrow's a new day and we can learn from today's mistakes.
Just keeep in mind, that many other mum's and dads do feel like you. Ther are so many people that you can talk to, even just your family doctor, they will be able to put you onto someone who can help. You just have to decide to make that one phone call.
I for one am very proud of you for asking for help. That is an extremely brave thing to do! I hope things are on the way up for you.
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Re: re: i dont know what to do
By the way just re stating that I have an anxiety disorder. I didn't have any family or friends to turn to because we just moved to a new area and so I joined a mum's group down the road at the local hospital. The nurse there was fantastic, at first I was really shy and didn't know how to approach anyone. On the inside I just wanted to make new friends but on the outside it looked like I was being rude, anti social and not wanting to get to know anyone. So I understand how it feels to push people away, when on the inside you're just longing for a few good friends. My son has a lactose intolerant (at first I didn't know), he wasn't sleeping, I wasn't getting any sleep, my house work was piling up, he wouldn't stop screaming and I couldn't handle it, the anxiety and stress was creeping up on me. I was too in your position and too scared to tell anyone about it incase people thought I was a bad mother. I refused help, I politely declined offers from nurses who suspected something was wrong, I forced a smile and tried to say that everything was okay. I feared that asking for help would make me a bad mum and by watching videos about a subject I had studied made me feel dumb and stupid, so I didn't really want to. I had people call my house and offer to help me and I would deny it, say everything was okay and I was managing. One day it got too much and I turned up to the mothers group in a blubbering mess, walked up to my nurse and begged her to take my little boy for a second (because he had been screaming for days and doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him) I had no sleep and I was afraid I might lose it. She got me counselling, talking to someone made the problems seem smaller than I thought (anxiety makes it 100 x worse than what it really is but I'm sure you know that) and when they were simplified for me, I sorted them out 1 by 1. I then watched a few settling techniques (seems there is more than reading things in text books lol) and they worked, he started to sleep, then got a second opinion, my son was lactose intolerant and constipated. So I sorted that out, I got more sleep so the anxiety was reduced, so then I was rested, I could catch up on my house work. I had a nurse come to visit me and help me look after rai while I cleaned my house, gave me a bit of time by myself, I got support from mothers from the play group who rang me and asked me how I was doing. I then got offered a spot in a sleeping centre for a week to help my stress reduce. So yeah... if you're not abusing your kids you definitely will not have them taken away from you. There is so much help available, you just have to reach out and take it with both hands.
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Re: re: i dont know what to do
Anxiety makes everything seem a hundred times worse than it really is... No-one can take your children just because you are depressed and have anxiety, unless you are going to hurt them, which I do not think you are going to do... It is very hard to deal with anxiety as it isolates you, trust me, I know. I spent 3 years at home, I walked my son to school and then went home. I couldn't even go to the supermarket for 2 years, that's how bad my anxiety was... I can now go pretty much anywhere I want to... It took a while, and a LOT of effort, but I did it. And you can too... You first need to acknowledge though that there is something wrong, which you have to us, but you need to see a doctor and get professional help... The next thing you need to do is accept that you have this 'illness', and it does NOT make you a bad person, and there is NOTHING 'wrong' with you... Your brain is simply seeing danger where there is none... It took me a long time to accept the anxiety and actually realise what it was I had, but once I stopped worrying about it constantly, it took the pressure off myself, and I began to have less attacks... If you lived near me, I would visit you! There should be playgroups in your area that you can go to with the children... Even just the playground in a park would be a good start... Isolating yourself just makes it all worse... Please talk to someone!
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