Wanted to share something that happened to me late last year, as it's not something a lot of dad's talk about, or at least not that I've really been able to find mentioned.
Post-Natal Depression
You might think that I'm going to talk about my partner's experiences with it, but this isn't the story, this is about what happened to me.
When our little one was born, my partner and I wanted to try and do things right, split the child care duties so that whilst I was back at work, I'd come home, and give her a break and a chance for some me time. Seemed managable at first, we'd switch over around 1am, I'd sleep for about 5-6 hours and go to work. My partner would nap during the day when he slept, and also sleep from about 7pm till 1am, so we'd both be getting about the same amount of sleep.
It worked pretty well to start with, helped by a child who fairly quickly got used to the idea of sleeping when the lights were out, and only asking for 2 feeds during the night.
Then one evening, I don't quite know what happened, but he was crying and crying and I couldn't get him to stop and something snapped. I screamed, full volume at the poor little man, and for just a split second, thought about hurling him across the room. It was the most terrifying moment of my life.
We all think that we're supposed to be able to cope with it all, the plan seemed logically solid after all, we'd both get sleep, and 6 hours a night isn't that different from what you get if you're up gaming or watching videos.
What I hadn't realised is that I was actually starting to suffer from post-natal depression since he'd come home, that whilst my rational mind was all focused on the practical, I hadn't really processed that actually, I was a dad, this was my child, who lived and died by what I did for him.
The first thing I did in the morning was went straight to the Dr's, talked to them and asked for help, which obviously meant anti-depressants and a referal to social services. I'll admit, that the mediciation did help, because it helped stabilise the turmoil I was feeling, how much I hated myself for feeling the way that I did, even though it was just that one moment. The worst part came though when I started to realise that I resented my little boy for existing, that every time he looked at me, I felt he was so sad for having such a waste of space for a father. Took me a while to realise that actually, he was mirroring my expressions, that I was sad, so he was copying me without really understanding what it meant.
From there, I managed to eventually get help, though given the beleagued state of the mental health systems in this country, that took some fighting. Not helped by social services initially imposing a restriction that I shouldn't be left alone with him, which put a lot of pressure on my partner and her support network, and then them loosing the paperwork so that when I started to get over the initial black period, I still couldn't get back into a routine.
I suppose the main reason for writing this all down, nearly 9 months after it happened, is so that other dads realise that, these things do happen, not everyone is a perfect parent no matter how much they look like they've got their rubbishrubbishrubbishrubbish together.
Men in general, and Dad's in particular, need to remember that in the end, we have to accept that we feel things, and even if they're bad feelings, if we don't talk about them from time to time, then you explode.