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my first time here and I really am struggling. It all began when I had the joyful news of expecting twins, I was elated, I really was. I only found out when I was almost 6 months pregnant that there were 2 babies. A shock!
At maternity leave from work, it was a new job and I hadn't enough stamps up for maternity benefit. I was informed of this by social welfare at a crucially stressful time, in the first fortnight of visiting the twins in their tanks. Building an appeal against it, took all my energy. I saw a politician and tried to build a good fight but I lost the appeal, unfairly.
As a result I lived on €124 euro a week instead of the 200+ I had been getting. Along with this, my request for help towards a double buggy at the hse clinic was refused also. I had never been so broke and so angry.
After this I seemed to get worse and worse, I went back to work after 7 months as I could not afford to continue. I got into awful situations with my boss who was a bit of a bully, I was nit picked at work, called into meetings, disciplinary ones, wrongly accused of stealing, petty criticisms, a lot of crap I was not prepared for. Things have still gone missing from work since and thankfully their attention has gone to other staff instead of me, but my furious anger and resentment is still here.
Since then I have discovered that my boy twin has to attend C.E.I.S for poor muscle tone and slow development, the tests for which are going to take a long time, including a genetic test and metabolic one. They could not even get enough bloods to do them all so I have more of a delay.
I was allocated a social worker. And get home visits from my physiotherapist for him. I was advised from a few people to apply for domiciliary care allowance for him months ago but after what I went through with a former appeal against social welfare I am terrified and depressed at the thought of it.
I tried, I went to my G.P and asked him to fill out his part of the form. He said: 'lets wait till we get a diagnosis before you find out what you're entitled to'. I was made to shove it into my handbag instead. I really am down over the whole thing.
On top of that I find myself losing my patience and flying off the handle, screaming at my toddler to behave himself, feeling guilty, apologising to him after, promising not to shout again, next day, the same thing happens all over and I feel so ashamed and unable to control what comes out of my mouth.
I feel this parenting job is too hard and I am not doing a good job, I have been to my G.P and no I'm not on tablets and I don't wish to talk to him again about the issue, or my social worker either.







