I've been on a T break this week and its been really weird. I haven't been haunted with grief and abandonment fears like on so many past vacations but i've found myself feeling so angry.
I am stressed and exhausted to my maximum capacity. My 20 month old son has slept through the night five times in three weeks (he usually is an excellent sleeper) owing to a virus that will not end. He is consequently cranky, grizzly and shrieky a lot of the time he is awake. I have a 12k word psych thesis due in less than three weeks. I've been sick with laryngitis and a cold myself. And I'm continuing to work and run my house.
I realised a few days ago that I'm really angry I'm so reliant on my T who is not available 365 days a year unless my life is in danger. While my life is not in danger, my sanity is hanging by a thread. This is one of the most pragmatically stressful times I have been through and there is nobody to help. I have no family support and my DH's family are the type that actually make demands of you and hence increase your stress if you ask for help.
Before I started therapy I felt so alone in this department and four years on, that hasn't changed. Beyond DH there is nobody I can call on for the sort of pragmatic support I need (ie do all my housework, washing and cooking, change the linen, sweep the floor etc). Its school holidays so friends and babysitters are away on vacation.
So I'm really wondering how this all ends. My family and DH's family won't change. Yes my son will get older and the demands he present will be different. However, I feel so angry that there is nobody around, apart from DH who is only one person, to care for me and help me on a practical level. I know what I'm seeking is not excessive or unreasonable, but when there is nobody, how do you stop getting so rageful at the world? At life? My T will only ever be my T. I will only ever be one person.
Is the key to this accepting that I have very little pragmatic support, through no fault of my own, and structuring my life and self expectations around that sad and enraging fact? I feel like i would be accepting defeat, that finally there is the proof of how defective and shameful and unloveable I am. I feel stuck in an irresolvable bind