Hello everyone.
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If this is the first post you have read from me, please don't judge me until you have read my other posts.
I feel as bad as everyone must think I am. Worse even. [img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img][img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img][img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img][img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img][img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img]
I love my son more than I can explain but my phobia is cronic.
It's Friday and my partner works nights. I collected my son from nursery at 3.30pm and he seemed fine. I had him in the bath at 7.00pm. He went red. He said "I'm not going to be s*, I'm not going to be s*" He got out of the bath and stood over the toilet. Good really as he only turned 3 a few weeks ago. Well, my heart sank and the panic started.
I called my other half but he said he couldn't come home as he needs to earn some money. (Self employed.) I called his sister. My other half was already on the phone to her. Her boyfriend and her 13 year old daughter were on their way round. They got round. Just in time really as 15 mins later he ran upstairs to the bathroom. He didn't make it to the toilet. I stayed downstairs and they both went up to him. I went to the garage to get the mop and bucket and filled it with hot water and disinfectant. They said there was a lot. Everywhere. I sat downstairs cying. My son came and cuddled me and got a tissue and wiped my eyes! He is ill and he was more concerned with me crying. Love him!
I went upstairs to get dressed so I could go to their house to get them some things to stop the night. When I was up there my son came up. He got into my bed and wanted me to lay with him. I did. He started shifting. Then.... he did it all over my bed. Well, the first bit I just shot off. I ran down the stairs and out of the front door. I went to their house and got their things and left them to deal with him. As I went out the door I could hear him crying and saying "Cuddle Mummy." I feel so heartless and cruel. I just walked out when he wanted me. I couldn't handle him being near me incase he did it again.
Anyway, to cut a long story short..... He has done it a total of six times now. I think it was after the 4th time I ran again. I got in my car and drove off. I pulled up down the road and and sat there until 1.40am. When I came back my other half had just come home. He last did it about an hour and a half ago. He is asleep but he keeps doing that. Sleeping and waking up to v* so I am just sitting here worried that he is going to do it again.
I cant take this anymore. I really cant do it. I want to go for good.
Somebody help me I dont want to leave my children. I love them sooo much but his phobia is more than I can deal with.
Karen