| Relatable. Hugs to all. Remember that nothing is forever--maturity helps. Though I understand it's hard to play the long game when you are so cratered every day. |
I have a friend in a similar situation and divorce was the best thing that happened to the family according to her. Life is much easier without having a grown up (DH) having tantrums in the house. |
PP from above... I wonder how many of us there are out there. My family looks totally normal from the outside, but you'd never know what goes on inside. It's tough. Too bad we can't form a support group but I also would never admit to my situation except anonymously. |
This essay explains well why some of us don’t feel like we are in Holland: https://smithkingsmore.org/the-trouble-with-welcome-to-holland/ |
There is also a parody of this called "welcome to Beirut." |
Welcome to Beirut: http://www.bbbautism.com/beginners_beirut.htm |
Word. |
ha! truth! |
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Totally with you, OP! Soon after we got the diagnosis, I said this exact thing to my DH. Sometimes it makes me feel really hopeless, and a big part of that is because it feels like there's no hope for the future.
I agree with the PPs who talked about how there are things you can't share with others, especially related to mental health or behavior. It is really isolating and unfair. It's helpful to hear from others, though. It makes me feel less alone. Hopefully you can get some support from others in a similar situation. We all need to be willing to say these things IRL. Hugs. |
Love this, but I think "Welcome to Beirut" is still a bit too cheery. I would have preferred a parody that really dug into the experience of being in war. |
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OP I sympathize. I have two special needs children and it is overwhelming. My husband doesn't really get involved at all and I find it infuriating that it all falls on me. He even finds my one child's bad behavior funny (which it can be at times but I won't laugh in front of my child if he's hitting, screaming or saying mean things).
I have intense guilt because my 15 year old refuses meds and I've never been able to really help him much. I just lend a sympathetic ear and add suggestions that I hope he will consider. I have a two hour break when school is in session. The rest of the day I'm shuttling them to sports, therapies and drs appointments and then helping with homework as I cook and then collapsing at 1am once I've helped my high schooler with several more hours of homework. Happiness sometimes seems so unrealistic for me. |