My missus had it really bad with monkey 1, and the fall out from it all on my own family has been really bad and is still bad – stupid ‘families at war’ Jeremy Kyle type nonsense. I ended up having to completely cut myself off from my family so had no support of any kind.
The usual practical stuff can help but ultimately the only thing that really helps is time. My missus was prescribed anti-depressants but they didn’t help much and she felt they made it all much much worse, and her being on them was my fault and my family’s fault. I guess it’s different for different folks, but taking them was a mistake for my missus.
There was no access to non-drug therapy at all where we live – 8 month+ waiting list. The GPs were quite dismissive – if the child is happy and not in danger they seemed satisfied, regardless of the state of mum. Obviously dad’s state is entirely irrelevant as far all the professionals (and everyone else) are concerned.
The whole experience was deeply rubbish and disappointing, it made me the foul mouthed objectionable misanthropic man I am today (sorry…).
Not sure what to suggest really. I had to ‘ride it out’ and it took a bit of a toll but 5 years and one more kid later stuff’s a bit more normal. Not entirely – there are still sleepless nights and minor breakdowns.
Just keep doing your best and remember that stuff will (eventually) get better