It has been a very bad evening. My husband was crazy angry and unreasonable with my son, who is struggling with anxiety and OCD badly at the moment - my husband sees it as behavioural problems, and takes our son's reactions personally. He takes everything personally.
I started to get overwhelmed with trying to calm them down, and was having trouble coping. I admit I hit myself in the head (not in front of my son), not hard like I used to, and only once, and actually thought I did well for it not to get out of control like it has before. But my husband reacted (again) with such contempt, I freaked out (it is highly triggering for me, as my father used to treat me with contempt).
I lost reason, and fearfully left the house, and he screamed at me out the front as I left, at which I had a full meltdown and was wailing like a 3 year old saying "he's going to kill me", though that wasn't relevant to this situation. I knew my husband would not hurt me. I had to calm down and get back to the house as soon as I could, because I was so worried about my son.
I feel terrible that I left the house, though I was only gone 10 minutes, my son was left with my husband in "monster" mode, and I left him. :( I feel like a piece of :poop:. My poor son, how could I have done that. My mother left my rampaging father for several weeks once, and I was left to try and cope with him on my own. I can't blame her though, because he was horrible to her.
Then my son, whose emotional upset made his OCD go crazy, took an hour and a half to wash his hands, and was freaking out and frustrated and banging the door, which was making me startled and scared, though my son couldn't see me. I couldn't help him, he just wasn't able to be helped (there was nothing I could do for him but just encourage him).
My husband doesn't understand. He doesn't recognise his own anger, even though it's over the top, and he thinks he is "calm" even when yelling and gesticulating and insulting, or if he does admit it, he thinks it's justified. I'm not coping. I don't usually, but I'm drinking to try and calm my nerves, as I'm horribly agitated.
My only comfort is my old fantasy of wishing my mother had miscarried me, not the baby the she did lose. I often wish he could have survived, and I had not been born. Maybe he would have appreciated it more. I don't think about the issue with that, which is my poor kids wouldn't have been born if I had not, as wishing my childhood suicide attempt had been successful, or that they hadn't managed to save me at birth, or that I was miscarried or never existed, are my only mental refuges sometimes.
If anyone has read this, thank you, and sorry for having gone on so long, though I think it needed to come out.
I started to get overwhelmed with trying to calm them down, and was having trouble coping. I admit I hit myself in the head (not in front of my son), not hard like I used to, and only once, and actually thought I did well for it not to get out of control like it has before. But my husband reacted (again) with such contempt, I freaked out (it is highly triggering for me, as my father used to treat me with contempt).
I lost reason, and fearfully left the house, and he screamed at me out the front as I left, at which I had a full meltdown and was wailing like a 3 year old saying "he's going to kill me", though that wasn't relevant to this situation. I knew my husband would not hurt me. I had to calm down and get back to the house as soon as I could, because I was so worried about my son.
I feel terrible that I left the house, though I was only gone 10 minutes, my son was left with my husband in "monster" mode, and I left him. :( I feel like a piece of :poop:. My poor son, how could I have done that. My mother left my rampaging father for several weeks once, and I was left to try and cope with him on my own. I can't blame her though, because he was horrible to her.
Then my son, whose emotional upset made his OCD go crazy, took an hour and a half to wash his hands, and was freaking out and frustrated and banging the door, which was making me startled and scared, though my son couldn't see me. I couldn't help him, he just wasn't able to be helped (there was nothing I could do for him but just encourage him).
My husband doesn't understand. He doesn't recognise his own anger, even though it's over the top, and he thinks he is "calm" even when yelling and gesticulating and insulting, or if he does admit it, he thinks it's justified. I'm not coping. I don't usually, but I'm drinking to try and calm my nerves, as I'm horribly agitated.
My only comfort is my old fantasy of wishing my mother had miscarried me, not the baby the she did lose. I often wish he could have survived, and I had not been born. Maybe he would have appreciated it more. I don't think about the issue with that, which is my poor kids wouldn't have been born if I had not, as wishing my childhood suicide attempt had been successful, or that they hadn't managed to save me at birth, or that I was miscarried or never existed, are my only mental refuges sometimes.
If anyone has read this, thank you, and sorry for having gone on so long, though I think it needed to come out.
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