Post by BrokenHeart on Jan 28, 2017 20:49:32 GMT
I hope I can get some support here. My mental health team are useless, I have recently had counselling but even though I clearly stated my reason for asking for counselling it was never really addressed.
My story is this
I'm 38, I've suffered with mental health problems since I was 17. The help I've received over the years has been pretty useless, sometimes even scarily useless.
I have a four year old son, I had severe postnatal depression. It affects me massively every single day, every minute of every day. The pain I carry around with me is relentless. It never goes, it's there 24/7.
I did everything the right way. Before we even started trying for a baby, my partner and I sought advice and support from my consultant and was refered to MIMHS (mother and infant mental health team) my medication was lowered to the safest possible doses, all the support was put in place should I fall pregnant. About eight months later I discovered I was indeed pregnant. . 17hour labour and my tiny baby boy arrived. I hadn't slept for a few days already so I was exhausted beyond words. And that was it. I was gone. Completely gone. I had this beautiful little baby, yes I felt protective of him, very much so, but I didn't feel that overwhelming bond. I only felt overwhelmed.
I was plunged into a twilight world, the most terrifying place that looked almost the same but it wasn't. It was hell. That exhaustion never ever left me. I did all the right things, I cared for my son day and night, I did everything for him. He was a very unsettled baby, he suffered badly with colic, never feeding well, so never sleeping well. My partner didn't help me, he would disagree, but he is wrong. Another thing that to this day I carry around not knowing what to do with it. I have a lot of resentment towards him. Ok maybe he didn't realise I was so ill. I didn't even realise. I was far too scared to let anyone know how I felt. I was terrified they would take my baby away. The health visitor, the MIMHs consultant, the psychiatric nurses who would visit didn't know. No one knew. I have no words to describe how I felt, even now I have no words. I have suffered terrible depression over the years, but this was nothing like that, this was a million billion times worse, was very different. I carried on, doing everything, never asking for help.
This went on until he was six months old, when I couldn't do it anymore and told them a tiny fraction of how I felt and was sent to a mother and baby mental health unit. I was there for three month, had every drug going nothing worked, eventually it had ECT which saved my life and got me on the long road to recovery.
It has been a long slow difficult journey but my son is now four and I'm ok. Except not ok because I'm carrying around all this and I have no where to put it. Everytime I see a baby photo of my son I have to choke back the tears. I feel like I'm grieving, I don't remember a lot of the first year of his life. I don't remember the first time I saw him, the first time he smiled, the first time he spoke. I couldn't enjoy him. I would give anything to go back in time, I long so desperately to have that time again. I know I have him now, my precious beautiful boy, but I have this terrible aching pain I carry every second of every day. And it hasn't got any easier, time hasn't healed anything at all. I feeling guilty, I feel bitter that i couldn't enjoy that precious time. I feel such sadness I can't even begin to describe, I feel angry, I feel such overwhelming loss.
I'm carrying this with me every second of my life, I just need some help in finding some kind of peace. I don't know where to look anymore?
I'm sorry this was a long post, I have never spoken of it before, I just need some help
My story is this
I'm 38, I've suffered with mental health problems since I was 17. The help I've received over the years has been pretty useless, sometimes even scarily useless.
I have a four year old son, I had severe postnatal depression. It affects me massively every single day, every minute of every day. The pain I carry around with me is relentless. It never goes, it's there 24/7.
I did everything the right way. Before we even started trying for a baby, my partner and I sought advice and support from my consultant and was refered to MIMHS (mother and infant mental health team) my medication was lowered to the safest possible doses, all the support was put in place should I fall pregnant. About eight months later I discovered I was indeed pregnant. . 17hour labour and my tiny baby boy arrived. I hadn't slept for a few days already so I was exhausted beyond words. And that was it. I was gone. Completely gone. I had this beautiful little baby, yes I felt protective of him, very much so, but I didn't feel that overwhelming bond. I only felt overwhelmed.
I was plunged into a twilight world, the most terrifying place that looked almost the same but it wasn't. It was hell. That exhaustion never ever left me. I did all the right things, I cared for my son day and night, I did everything for him. He was a very unsettled baby, he suffered badly with colic, never feeding well, so never sleeping well. My partner didn't help me, he would disagree, but he is wrong. Another thing that to this day I carry around not knowing what to do with it. I have a lot of resentment towards him. Ok maybe he didn't realise I was so ill. I didn't even realise. I was far too scared to let anyone know how I felt. I was terrified they would take my baby away. The health visitor, the MIMHs consultant, the psychiatric nurses who would visit didn't know. No one knew. I have no words to describe how I felt, even now I have no words. I have suffered terrible depression over the years, but this was nothing like that, this was a million billion times worse, was very different. I carried on, doing everything, never asking for help.
This went on until he was six months old, when I couldn't do it anymore and told them a tiny fraction of how I felt and was sent to a mother and baby mental health unit. I was there for three month, had every drug going nothing worked, eventually it had ECT which saved my life and got me on the long road to recovery.
It has been a long slow difficult journey but my son is now four and I'm ok. Except not ok because I'm carrying around all this and I have no where to put it. Everytime I see a baby photo of my son I have to choke back the tears. I feel like I'm grieving, I don't remember a lot of the first year of his life. I don't remember the first time I saw him, the first time he smiled, the first time he spoke. I couldn't enjoy him. I would give anything to go back in time, I long so desperately to have that time again. I know I have him now, my precious beautiful boy, but I have this terrible aching pain I carry every second of every day. And it hasn't got any easier, time hasn't healed anything at all. I feeling guilty, I feel bitter that i couldn't enjoy that precious time. I feel such sadness I can't even begin to describe, I feel angry, I feel such overwhelming loss.
I'm carrying this with me every second of my life, I just need some help in finding some kind of peace. I don't know where to look anymore?
I'm sorry this was a long post, I have never spoken of it before, I just need some help