PND, the “baby blues” that’s just for mums, right?
Worlds worst dad?
“How is everything?”“How’s the baby?”“Isn’t it amazing being a parent?”
“Everything is great, were so happy”“Fawn is perfect”“It feels amazing to be a dad, I can’t tell you how much I love it!”
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Vicious cycle
As time went on, resentment crept in. Resentment of this person I was sharing my house with. Who I had to look after but struggled to feel anything more than a sense of duty for.
I got myself caught in a vicious cycle. I didn’t feel connected with Fawn so I didn’t want to spend time with her.
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On my way home from work I would hope to get stuck in traffic so I wouldn’t have to feign affection towards her. On the nights I got home early there was always an excuse as to why I couldn’t cuddle her.
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I know now that the more I avoided her, the harder it actually was to make a connection with her. And even today as I sit here and write this I feel ashamed.
Time to talk
My Wife had asked me what was going on multiple times and I gave her the same fabricated story I gave everyone else. She was the one person who could see through it and she knew I was drifting further and further away.
I remember vividly the day I told her everything. We were stood in the kitchen and she wouldn’t let it go. I was terrified. Absolutely terrified. What would she think of me? How would she react when I tell her that I don’t think I love our child?
With support, unwavering support.
I literally felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time, I told someone exactly how I felt. My lack of connection with our daughter and my fear that this would never change. She didn’t recoil in horror or judge me.
She was amazing. We talked it over and set out a plan. I spent more and more time with Fawn, interacting, making sure I got up with her on my own in the morning and taking her out for some Daddy Daughter time on a Sunday etc.
Braking that vicious cycle was the best thing I could have done.
It didn’t happen overnight but that first step. as hard as it was, it lead to the next step, then the next and took me to where I am today. To a place where I can say, I truly, deeply, madly LOVE my daughter!
Breaking the stigma of PND for men
This was my story. It wasn’t sugar coated. I was as honest as I could be and tried to articulate how I felt as best I could. And I think it is so important that others do the same.
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One of the biggest reasons I put off admitting how I felt for so long was because I thought I was alone. Men suffering from PND just wasn’t on my radar. I, like most others didn’t think it happened to men.
The truth is the total opposite and I think more needs to be done about this so that others know they are not alone.
We need to break down the walls surrounding this issue and start the conversation.
My only hope is that someone, somewhere sitting at home struggling as a new Dad reads this post and realises that they are not on their own.
And it does get better….
<3 proud of you
Always great seeing more dad’s coming out and talking about this! It’s a hard step putting it out in the public domain, but an important one. The more that men do this, the less of a thing it will be and hopefully more men will be willing to seek help.
I’ve finally got round to reading this and wow, glad I have! Some of the feelings you’ve shared resonate, in the beginning of becoming a father I too wondered if PND in men was a real thing and found myself Googling these things. Fortunately for me it never really set in and the feelings quickly disappeared.
Thanks for sharing pal, I hope it can help someone else going through the same thing.
My favourite blogs are the honest ones from dads. Bravo – it’s so hard to get feelings down in words sometimes. Very brave XX
Such an honest post. I am a PND survivor too. Three times (although, I”m still in the midst of the third). The second time was far worse than the first. This time is even worse again. My bond with my first is great despite the fact he”s turning into a stroppy teenager and my bond with my third (my 2nd brush with PND) is even better. I”m still getting to know my third.