Dindlewood
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I worked Christmas Day (Hard to turn down double time now ) so I wasn't able to see my family until Boxing day. From the minute I got in the house people were trying to pour alcohol down my throat. I made excuses about needing something to hydrate me first because I wanted a minute alone to tell my mum about my pregnancy and depression before telling everyone else. She was too busy making food with my step dad so there was never a time when it was just me and her. Eventually she sat down with just me and my older brother and I decided to tell her about my anti-depressants as a reason I would not be drinking. She looked concerned but my little brother came in and I stopped talking so she followed my lead.
However she did make me tell my step dad and that is when everything went wrong. All of the reasons I didn't want to tell my parents about my depression in the first place, everything I didn't need to hear spilled from my step dad's mouth. Now is a time I need support more than ever and all I got was condescension and a lecture. My parents apparently do not think that I am able to take care of myself because of my depression (ignoring the fact that by taking my medication and going to counselling I am taking care of myself).
I didn't end up telling them about the baby. My baby is a blessing and I will not let them make me feel badly about it. Yes, the baby is a surprise but it will be loved and cared for and if they cannot be supportive then they will miss out.
I have my own family to worry about now.
Sorry for the rant, I just needed to vent in a place that I won't be judged, had enough of that these last few days
However she did make me tell my step dad and that is when everything went wrong. All of the reasons I didn't want to tell my parents about my depression in the first place, everything I didn't need to hear spilled from my step dad's mouth. Now is a time I need support more than ever and all I got was condescension and a lecture. My parents apparently do not think that I am able to take care of myself because of my depression (ignoring the fact that by taking my medication and going to counselling I am taking care of myself).
I didn't end up telling them about the baby. My baby is a blessing and I will not let them make me feel badly about it. Yes, the baby is a surprise but it will be loved and cared for and if they cannot be supportive then they will miss out.
I have my own family to worry about now.
Sorry for the rant, I just needed to vent in a place that I won't be judged, had enough of that these last few days