Some days I hate my child
Posted by Libby in Guilt on Mar 10th, 2011 | 11 commentsSome days I hate my child. I feel overwhelmed and alone.
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Some days I hate my child. I feel overwhelmed and alone.
Truth: That is ok, someday your child will hate you back.
Totally understandable. Children are demon spawn.
but you dont HATE them
yea and i hope u never have children then if you think that that’s terrible. what could they have possibly done to you to make you feel that way?
You’re not alone in feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if you saw this thread: http://www.secret-confessions......eing-a-mom but it may help to read the stories of moms who are having a difficult time with motherhood. I am sorry for the pain you are suffering. You are not alone in feeling this way.
ring child services now before you hurt him/her. That is not natural.
Many parents feel less than favorable feelings towards their child in some way or another and don’t hurt them. You’d be surprised how many parents if were given a chance to admit in secret their true feelings would come forwards with the odd “Yes I resent my child sometimes, sometimes I wish I could turn back time and some days I could see myself throttling that bloody kid for doing so and so” People think being a mum will be wonderful and have a very flowery image of the future. That all changes when reality sets in and sometimes you get one thats ill all the time, or in trouble all the time. Depression can set in and everything feels overwhelming and you feel “hate” but its usually you just need a break or new strategies or just a kind ear not having people tell them they should hand thier kids over to social services. Kids need parents. Only really shithouse parents should lose kids. Not ones that just need a little help and guidance.
Dear, you are having a depression.
Although it might seems to be unheard of or not normal for a mother to hate her child but cases like these do exist.
Pls don’t hesitate to seek help and don’t be ashamed of what you are feeling.
Do something NOW!
Ignore these idiots. Obviously, none of them have kids, except for possible “Saved”.
I hate my child almost all the time. Most other parents I know hate their child/children most days as well. It’s natural. Kids are a royal pain in the ass.
Unfortunately, as parents, we just have to grin and bear it. It’s part of life. I’m sure my parents hated me for years. Fortunately, I have a pretty good relationship with them now, mostly because I know understand from experience what they went through because of me.
Don’t worry, I hate my child too. And we’re screwed. I wish I would have had an abortion.
I finally admitted out loud that I hate my son for the first time yesterday, and it has simultaneously been both the biggest relief and biggest life changer ever. As a result of my revelation, my husband and I are getting seperated, and we are about to go head to head legally over the fate of our unborn daughter who is due in a few months. Neither children were planned; birth control apparently does not work on me.
My husband and I were both abused as children. Through hard work and lots of education, I managed to pull myself out of the quagmire that sucked away most of my childhood, only to accidently get pregnant five years ago. I can honestly say I gave parenthood my best shot. I read all the books, spent all of my hard-earned money on toys, a nicer house in a better school district, and tons of unused educational materials. My son, however, inherited some gene from his father’s crazy family, because he is absolutely either unwilling or unable to learn anything or follow any rules.
Since he was a baby, all of his daycare workers said he wasn’t normal. I have had every test under the sun conducted, and he has no genetic or obvious developmental disabilities. He just…won’t learn. Because of his inability or refusal to learn, he is always frustrated and defiant. He got so mad yesterday because he couldn’t figure out how to put his shoes on that he went on a rampage and started breaking things all over the house. That same hour, he crapped his pants and deliberately smeared his feces all over his face, the walls, the floors…I had to call my mom to come pick him up because I knew I was doing to beat him for the first time ever if she didn’t.
That is when I called my husband and told him that I hated our son. Hate. I am not angry with him…I hate him. I hate how he craps his pants just to get attention. I hate how he deliberately kicks me right in the shins where it hurts the most. I hate the fact that he, for the most part, manages to act somewhat normal whenever I take him somewhere to have him evaluated or tested for learning disabilites. I hate the destruction he leaves in his wake. I hate knowing that he will probably purposely hurt his unborn sister, who at this juncture will be better off with an adopted family than tied up in this mess.
Am I not doing the right thing by admitting my feelings and taking steps to relinquish my parental rights? I will never be a happy person knowing that such a huge part of my life was such a monumental failure, so I hardly consider this to be a selfish move. There is no “me” left to even consider anymore….