I have those thoughts in the dark of the night too. Mine are 24 and 26 and I know that I will never be free.Anonymous wrote:I see now how naive I was about what parenthood is like, and my reasons for wanting kids were short-sighted, stupid, and selfish.
And now I’m paying for it. I will never be free.
No need to feel sorry for my kids. They have a good life, and I block out these feelings during the day. It’s only at night when everyone is asleep and the house is quiet and still enough for these feelings to creep up that I’m overcome with sorrow.
That is all.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I see now how naive I was about what parenthood is like, and my reasons for wanting kids were short-sighted, stupid, and selfish.
And now I’m paying for it. I will never be free.
No need to feel sorry for my kids. They have a good life, and I block out these feelings during the day. It’s only at night when everyone is asleep and the house is quiet and still enough for these feelings to creep up that I’m overcome with sorrow.
That is all.
Yes, you will. It's a long slog from 4 to like 8 or 9, but then it gets a lot easier and time really speeds up. You will have lots of freedom while they are still at home, and then they will be gone.
But, in the meantime, get some therapy.
+1 my kids are now almost 18 and about to go off to college, and another almost 15 yr old. There is the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it 3 years ahead.
Parenthood is tough. I love my kids dearly, but in a lot of ways I cannot wait to be an empty nester.
IMO, under 10 is the longest years. Once they hit MS, it seems to go by faster.
Hang in there, OP. And yes, get some therapy, a hobby, something to make yourself feel better.
Did you read the special needs part? For some parents it’s never going to end.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I see now how naive I was about what parenthood is like, and my reasons for wanting kids were short-sighted, stupid, and selfish.
And now I’m paying for it. I will never be free.
No need to feel sorry for my kids. They have a good life, and I block out these feelings during the day. It’s only at night when everyone is asleep and the house is quiet and still enough for these feelings to creep up that I’m overcome with sorrow.
That is all.
Yes, you will. It's a long slog from 4 to like 8 or 9, but then it gets a lot easier and time really speeds up. You will have lots of freedom while they are still at home, and then they will be gone.
But, in the meantime, get some therapy.
+1 my kids are now almost 18 and about to go off to college, and another almost 15 yr old. There is the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it 3 years ahead.
Parenthood is tough. I love my kids dearly, but in a lot of ways I cannot wait to be an empty nester.
IMO, under 10 is the longest years. Once they hit MS, it seems to go by faster.
Hang in there, OP. And yes, get some therapy, a hobby, something to make yourself feel better.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I see now how naive I was about what parenthood is like, and my reasons for wanting kids were short-sighted, stupid, and selfish.
And now I’m paying for it. I will never be free.
No need to feel sorry for my kids. They have a good life, and I block out these feelings during the day. It’s only at night when everyone is asleep and the house is quiet and still enough for these feelings to creep up that I’m overcome with sorrow.
That is all.
Yes, you will. It's a long slog from 4 to like 8 or 9, but then it gets a lot easier and time really speeds up. You will have lots of freedom while they are still at home, and then they will be gone.
But, in the meantime, get some therapy.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If you’re wealthy send them to summer-long sleepaway camps, junior boarding school & then boarding school
Sad “solution”
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Can I ask how it took until after number two was born (when the first one would have already been seven) for you to come to this realisation? Was it the stress of going from one to two kids?
OP. It’s complicated. The severity of #1s special needs came to light when I was already a few months pregnant with #2. And raising #1 just gets harder with as they get older. The hardships forced me to come to terms with truths that were not in my awareness. Also think I’m just becoming more introspective with age (I’m 48).
I get it — it’s complicated. My oldest has profound special needs, which we also didn’t have a sense of until #2 was about a year old. The reality is that my oldest has an incredibly limited quality of life. I’m not sure we did her any favors by bringing her into this world (note, we did not have an in utero diagnosis). I don’t want her to outlive me, because she requires 24/7 care and the likelihood of her being abused is incredibly high. Do I “regret” having her? Yes, in some sense, maybe I do. I also love her a lot.
We haven’t slept through the night in almost 14 years. I’m sure the level of sleep deprivation we have has taken 5-10 years off our own life expectancy. Am I exhausted from changing diapers, making sippy cups, etc endlessly — yep. Do I hate it? Sure, I do.
But that said, I think therapy might help you. My husband and I have just sort of chosen to live in happiness. We laugh, have fun, outsource a bunch of her care (which is realize isn’t possible for most) and just keep moving forward with as much positivity as possible. We don’t dwell on the miserable parts, but we joke around about them. We have done a few sessions of counseling together and then I’ve done some on my own. It helps.
You sound like my neighbors who seem to have an amazing marriage/life perspective with a child with profound special needs in need of lifelong care. My marriage is fine, but I’m truly not sure if it is strong enough to survive that sort of strain. Much smaller things create a lot of tension in our home.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Can I ask how it took until after number two was born (when the first one would have already been seven) for you to come to this realisation? Was it the stress of going from one to two kids?
OP. It’s complicated. The severity of #1s special needs came to light when I was already a few months pregnant with #2. And raising #1 just gets harder with as they get older. The hardships forced me to come to terms with truths that were not in my awareness. Also think I’m just becoming more introspective with age (I’m 48).
I get it — it’s complicated. My oldest has profound special needs, which we also didn’t have a sense of until #2 was about a year old. The reality is that my oldest has an incredibly limited quality of life. I’m not sure we did her any favors by bringing her into this world (note, we did not have an in utero diagnosis). I don’t want her to outlive me, because she requires 24/7 care and the likelihood of her being abused is incredibly high. Do I “regret” having her? Yes, in some sense, maybe I do. I also love her a lot.
We haven’t slept through the night in almost 14 years. I’m sure the level of sleep deprivation we have has taken 5-10 years off our own life expectancy. Am I exhausted from changing diapers, making sippy cups, etc endlessly — yep. Do I hate it? Sure, I do.
But that said, I think therapy might help you. My husband and I have just sort of chosen to live in happiness. We laugh, have fun, outsource a bunch of her care (which is realize isn’t possible for most) and just keep moving forward with as much positivity as possible. We don’t dwell on the miserable parts, but we joke around about them. We have done a few sessions of counseling together and then I’ve done some on my own. It helps.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Can I ask how it took until after number two was born (when the first one would have already been seven) for you to come to this realisation? Was it the stress of going from one to two kids?
OP. It’s complicated. The severity of #1s special needs came to light when I was already a few months pregnant with #2. And raising #1 just gets harder with as they get older. The hardships forced me to come to terms with truths that were not in my awareness. Also think I’m just becoming more introspective with age (I’m 48).
Anonymous wrote:Special needs is really tough. Give yourself some grace. It doesn’t mean you wouldn’t have enjoyed parenting minus the special needs.