Panic and parenting

Panic and parenting

I thought I’d share a small example of how it can be hard to be a parent while battling a mental health condition that means you see danger everywhere and feel paralysed by the sense of responsibility for keeping everyone safe.

I’m still working through this particular issue as it’s still fresh so I apologise if this post is a little rambling. And it’s by no means serious in the grand scheme of things: I’ve no doubt there are parents who struggle with far more serious battles on the day to day. All respect to them.

I am terrified of contagious illness, particularly sickness bugs or food poisoning. (Weirdly no issue with bloodborn illness, in fact I used to volunteer with people who were HIV+, and that didn’t freak me out at all). I am particularly frightened of my children getting sick. I know, rationally, that kids get sick, and most of the time, no real harm is done and their immune system is even strengthened as a result. But I cannot stand the thought of it. 

I had to fight against my fear to enroll my eldest at a nursery. I know it’s likely that she’ll pick something up from it, but that the risk is far outweighed by the positives she gets from her time there, the way it bolsters her socialisation and education. She’s been attending a couple of days a week for just over a year, and so far picked up nothing more serious than a nasty cold or cough. But every time I drop her off I feel a sense of dread. 

This morning, while dropping her off, I overheard the nursery manager complaining that she had a few staff members off sick with a sickness bug. A fellow parent piped up that his daughter had been violently sick all day Saturday. He’d brought her to nursery regardless. It was all I could do not to grab my daughter and pull her straight out of there and bring her home. Perhaps I should have.

For the last three hours I’ve been sitting and ruminating and catastrophising. Should I go collect my daughter early? Am I irresponsible for leaving her there? If she gets sick, will this be my fault? What if we all get sick? My partner has an essay due this week, if he gets sick and isn’t able to hand it in that will be my fault. We have couples counselling booked and have waiting months for the appointment, if we miss it because we are sick I don’t know if we’ll be able to get another and we will break up and it’ll be my fault… etc etc.

There’s a danger that I will stay in a het-up state of high anxiety over this for days. Possibly weeks. I’m frightened that I will stop eating and avoid leaving the house as a result. And if we do get sick – well I just don’t know how I’ll cope. It was a bout of food poisoning that caused my mental health to relapse back in January and I’m only now starting to get ever so slightly back on track.

I’m writing this down in part to get it out of my head – and by reading it back can see that some of my thinking is twisted. But I also wanted to share it because, as parents and responsible adults, we don’t talk about things like this, the little fears, the creeping insidious doubts, that can threaten to derail you if you’re already vulnerable.

I know I can’t keep myself and my kids wrapped in cotton wool – that my own anxiety limits my own life and enjoyment significantly and I fight so hard to try to limit its impact on my kids. It’s getting harder as they get older, but ultimately they are the spur for me to keep going and continue to challenge myself. I refuse to have this fuck them up too.  

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