No support. At all.

I'm fed up with me and my family getting no help or support. I am waiting to see a social worker but we have been asking for support for ages now and keep getting put off. My mum is nearly 62 and it is not fair on her having to cope with me aswell as her other kids and grandkids. I am really struggling tonight but have told no one. Except now yourselves.

Things have been like this for over 7 years. Even though i've been in and out of mental hospital. They just fob you off like everyone else out there.

What are we meant to do? I am struggling to live like this. Everyday is more of a struggle. I panic about what i should eat, when and how often should i was/wash my hair, clean my bunnies, go out, what i should buy, how i should talk. I keep forgetting how to deal with things.

I am probably making no sense at all and as i am currently tearful i am going to shut up. Sorry.

 

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  • Hello treasure,

    I am glad you are going to see your doctor and that a social worker has been in touch.  The GP may not be able to do much on account of not being 'trained in mental health as such', but surely to heaven they can give you a referral?  I will keep my fingers crossed.

    Bunny situation sounds a bit worrying.  I'm going to have so many fingers crossed that typing a post like this could get a bit difficult.  And I hope you'll hear from your sister soon.

    AnneMargaret said:

    I am sort of still "chipper" just feeling like nobody is helping. It seems to all be about children but there are adults out there struggling to live independently. Me being one of them. (I can't go anywhere alone for starters.)

    And finally i feel my parents deserve support. I can be very up and down which is also part of my PD but my parents have never even seen a professional or anyone who could help or support them. And i feel sorry for them. They are both in their 60s.

    So i am just a moaner i guess. Sorry.

    I know that feeling of nobody being there very well.  I was already 35 when my hugely handicapped daughter was born, and for most of those 35 years I had 'been there' for others.  After Jenny was born you mostly couldn't see them for dust, and the most supportive (as always) were those who were also struggling.

    A support group for mum and dad sounds like a good idea and I wish you success with it.

    You have friends here who care.  I know I do.  So 'moan' away. (a) you're entitled and (b) that's what we're here for.

    Love to you,

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  • Hello treasure,

    I am glad you are going to see your doctor and that a social worker has been in touch.  The GP may not be able to do much on account of not being 'trained in mental health as such', but surely to heaven they can give you a referral?  I will keep my fingers crossed.

    Bunny situation sounds a bit worrying.  I'm going to have so many fingers crossed that typing a post like this could get a bit difficult.  And I hope you'll hear from your sister soon.

    AnneMargaret said:

    I am sort of still "chipper" just feeling like nobody is helping. It seems to all be about children but there are adults out there struggling to live independently. Me being one of them. (I can't go anywhere alone for starters.)

    And finally i feel my parents deserve support. I can be very up and down which is also part of my PD but my parents have never even seen a professional or anyone who could help or support them. And i feel sorry for them. They are both in their 60s.

    So i am just a moaner i guess. Sorry.

    I know that feeling of nobody being there very well.  I was already 35 when my hugely handicapped daughter was born, and for most of those 35 years I had 'been there' for others.  After Jenny was born you mostly couldn't see them for dust, and the most supportive (as always) were those who were also struggling.

    A support group for mum and dad sounds like a good idea and I wish you success with it.

    You have friends here who care.  I know I do.  So 'moan' away. (a) you're entitled and (b) that's what we're here for.

    Love to you,

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