Need help, I am ruining my family!
Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:10 am
I have been thru the program and done well until recently. When I first had anxiety and obsessive thoughts it was about crime, like maybe I ran over someone and forgot, maybe I was writing a check that I had stolen from somebody, those people at the store look like meth dealers. The worst of all was that someone would break into my house and kidnap or kill my family. So I set up "traps" around the house so I could hear intruders, lined up our shoes so we could make a quick get away, got another dog in case our original dog was a heavy sleeper, and stayed awake as long as possible so there would only be a couple hours that both my husband and myself were asleep and off guard. Also, after everyone went to bed I scoured grout, cleaned out cabinets and cleaned in a lot of weird places in case the worst happened then the cops wouldn't think since I was a bad housekeeper I must also be a bad mom and it was my fault this happened. I would wake early and take down all the traps so as not to scare my kids. With the program I overcame this, though it was hard and scary at first, and took 9 months to be "done" with this fear.
Then my husband lost his job, so I (a homeschooler) had to get a job. It was stressful to go from being home to shift work, for everyone in my family. I worried we would have a major illness while we were w/o health insurance. But we mostly adjusted, though it was stressful. That was a year and a half ago. Now my husband has a job in another city, a big city, and we will have to sell the house we've loved for 12 years in this small town and move. I only work on the weekends now. My oldest and youngest child are excited about moving, but my middle child is heartbroken. They all miss their dad, too, who comes home on weekends. My middle child is anxious and seems like he feels guilty and sometimes seems depressed. I know that is normal with all the drastic changes that have been going on the last year and half.
The major problem is that now I think my ocd is back. I am now obsessed that my middle child was abused when he went to a ski school five years ago. At that time, he was angry he had to go and scared. We had a hard time getting him in the building. The whole time we were in line to finish registration he was throwing a fit and complaining. He was there six hours and the only activity was skiing and eating lunch. When we picked him up he hadn't eaten lunch because he said it was gross and was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn't know. I asked him if anyone hurt him or was mean to him and he said no but that he hated the instructor because he had his girlfriend their and they had a weird accent so he couldn't understand what he was saying. I was kind of freaking out but my mom (a nurse) and my husband said he was just upset he had to go and didn't have a good time. I guess a small seed of that fear has been in the back of my mind all these years, so when my son started seeming more anxious when my husband go the new job I knew it had to be because of ski school. This was also around the time of the pen state thing. I really started freaking out, unable to sleep, lost weight, reeling mind. We talked to the kids about that it's never okay for someone to touch them, show them anything, say mean things to them, bully them, etc. Like a general child safety thing. They said nothing has happened like that to them. But I was afraid he was lying or afraid to tell. I have asked him about it two more times, asking why he was crying that day, and he said he just didn't want to go and he hated that instructor. My husband did internet searches for any crimes involving that resort and found nothing. But I think about it all the time and constantly "check" on his behavior to see if there are any signs.
Now my husband is fed up because he says it's all in my head and that I'm giving my son a complex. He says this is just like before so I know what to do to get over it. He was really upset when I said last night we need to put our child in therapy so he will feel it is okay to tell someone. I feel like I'm giving up on my kid if I stop obsessing, that if anything really did happen he's all alone with it, and will be maladjusted because he never received help. At the same time I know I'm scaring him, and my other two. At the library my youngest said I should check out a book called "The Good Parent" because I think I'm a bad mom. Now I feel like I've ruined everything and I should just leave before I hurt my family even more. I started taking zoloft a week and a half ago. Next week I'll be up to 50mg. I'm sure it will make me not care and then I'll miss clues that my kids need help. If I could figure out a way to kill myself so it would look like an accident I would. I wouldn't want to ruin my kids with the guilt their mom committed suicide. I can't take this anymore. I hate myself and wish I hadn't been born.
Then my husband lost his job, so I (a homeschooler) had to get a job. It was stressful to go from being home to shift work, for everyone in my family. I worried we would have a major illness while we were w/o health insurance. But we mostly adjusted, though it was stressful. That was a year and a half ago. Now my husband has a job in another city, a big city, and we will have to sell the house we've loved for 12 years in this small town and move. I only work on the weekends now. My oldest and youngest child are excited about moving, but my middle child is heartbroken. They all miss their dad, too, who comes home on weekends. My middle child is anxious and seems like he feels guilty and sometimes seems depressed. I know that is normal with all the drastic changes that have been going on the last year and half.
The major problem is that now I think my ocd is back. I am now obsessed that my middle child was abused when he went to a ski school five years ago. At that time, he was angry he had to go and scared. We had a hard time getting him in the building. The whole time we were in line to finish registration he was throwing a fit and complaining. He was there six hours and the only activity was skiing and eating lunch. When we picked him up he hadn't eaten lunch because he said it was gross and was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn't know. I asked him if anyone hurt him or was mean to him and he said no but that he hated the instructor because he had his girlfriend their and they had a weird accent so he couldn't understand what he was saying. I was kind of freaking out but my mom (a nurse) and my husband said he was just upset he had to go and didn't have a good time. I guess a small seed of that fear has been in the back of my mind all these years, so when my son started seeming more anxious when my husband go the new job I knew it had to be because of ski school. This was also around the time of the pen state thing. I really started freaking out, unable to sleep, lost weight, reeling mind. We talked to the kids about that it's never okay for someone to touch them, show them anything, say mean things to them, bully them, etc. Like a general child safety thing. They said nothing has happened like that to them. But I was afraid he was lying or afraid to tell. I have asked him about it two more times, asking why he was crying that day, and he said he just didn't want to go and he hated that instructor. My husband did internet searches for any crimes involving that resort and found nothing. But I think about it all the time and constantly "check" on his behavior to see if there are any signs.
Now my husband is fed up because he says it's all in my head and that I'm giving my son a complex. He says this is just like before so I know what to do to get over it. He was really upset when I said last night we need to put our child in therapy so he will feel it is okay to tell someone. I feel like I'm giving up on my kid if I stop obsessing, that if anything really did happen he's all alone with it, and will be maladjusted because he never received help. At the same time I know I'm scaring him, and my other two. At the library my youngest said I should check out a book called "The Good Parent" because I think I'm a bad mom. Now I feel like I've ruined everything and I should just leave before I hurt my family even more. I started taking zoloft a week and a half ago. Next week I'll be up to 50mg. I'm sure it will make me not care and then I'll miss clues that my kids need help. If I could figure out a way to kill myself so it would look like an accident I would. I wouldn't want to ruin my kids with the guilt their mom committed suicide. I can't take this anymore. I hate myself and wish I hadn't been born.