KitLily wrote:
My husband was out all day at work, I was alone thinking my child was dying. No car to take her to the doctor. No friends or neighbours to help or even talk to. We live down a long, lonely road in the middle of nowhere. It really was awful and frightening. I'm sorry but there was nothing good about those years. If I'd had somewhere to run to, I'd have left, that's how bad it was. Thanks for being kind though.
I'm sorry to hear it was so bad for you, and that your daughter wasn't well. I hope she's better now. You seem to have been a very devoted and loving mum despite all the loneliness you experienced, and the fear that you felt. I know your husband worked, but I was pointing out that he did love you and your daughter regardless, and you had his support emotionally. When he came from work you had someone to talk to, and someone who cared equally about your future as well as your daughter's.
It seems we do have a bit in common because I had the same fears and insecurities. My husband left us when my daughter was six months old. I was raising two babies by myself with no friends or family. I had no choice but to end my maternity leave and go back to work full-time out of the house, which meant getting up at 4 a.m. to shuffle them to two different daycare facilities, work a full day, and get home about 7 pm after collecting them. My ex didn't help at all, and in fact he sued us for the kids' house and to avoid paying any support. My legal fees for two years of litigation were 10x my yearly salary. My daughter was very sick as well but I couldn't stay home to care for her, even when she was in hospital in critical condition at 15 months old. If I lost or quit my job, I would have lost custody. Any potential friends I could have made at work viewed me as a freak for having so many responsibilities and problems at my young age. They scattered like dust.
This is why I'm saying you were lucky to have the love of your husband. I know it's awful not having friends and I craved them too. It's awful feeling like a pariah in your own neighbourhood or feeling alienated from other mothers and fathers at the park or in parenting groups. Parenting is such a difficult job, and even more so as autistic parents without a support circle. I wish WP had been around back then so the two of us could have talked. I wish I could have been your friend!
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