- Dec 20, 2011
- South West
Because my words were twisted, and after three days of hell. I just want this to end. I regret reaching out. Very distressed, but still maintaining a cool exterior. I feel weird if I'm honest. Like I'm not quite myself. Also my failed self harm attempt a few days ago has made my urges worse. How dare they say I can't cope with my baby. How dare they. Anybody who knows my child says he's the happiest most content baby they've ever seen. The social worker said that if he's one and this is my first referral, then there isn't much cause for concern because it wasn't a referral from the health visitor, so they obviously have no worries and they see him the most. The home team referred me. They didn't tell me either which they should have. I feel betrayed and even more alone, and like everyone is against me and they want me away from him. He's my baby and he's thriving. The doctor said so today after I took him to my appointment with me to prove he's fine because they kept asking if i feel like hurting him and asking where he is. Makes me mad. Things were hard before, that's why I reached out. Now they're worse but I really don't want to talk to these people. Any of them. Not social services, not my doctor, not psyches, crisis, nothing. I have to now though and my world is going to fall apart, I just know it.