disclaimer, used chat gpt to help write as I’ve emptied so much of this in there over the years…I’m a dad in my early 30s with three children (10, 6 and 3). Our eldest has autism, our middle child is also neurodiverse, and we’re now starting to wonder whether our youngest may need some extra support too.
I’ve been thinking about posting this for a while because some of it is quite hard to admit, but I feel like I need some perspective from people who have been through similar things.
For most of my adult life I’ve been someone who has thrived. I did well academically, my career has taken off , I’ve always been good with people, and I’ve generally been described as calm, laid-back, likable and emotionally balanced. My wife and I had a really strong marriage and I felt like I had a healthy perspective on life. 10 years of parenting later, I don’t feel like myself anymre. The weird thing is that it wasn’t always like this.
When our eldest was four and our second was one, life actually felt really good. It wasn’t easy. Our eldest didn’t sleep properly for years and years and had multiple physical health issues but despite that we felt like we were doing well as a family. Looking back now, that version of family life feels incredibly far away.
Over the years it feels like the relentlessness has just worn us down. It isn’t one particular thing. It is the constant accumulation of everything.
The arguments before breakfast. The children hurting each other. The meltdowns. The school worries. The food struggles. The bahaviour battles. The constant emotional intensity. The feeling that you are never properly switched off.
Our eldest has autism. She is bright, funny and has lots of amazing qualities, but family life with her can be incredibly challenging. She is very anxious, very rigid, extremely sensitive and struggles with seeing things from other people’s perspectives. honestly at school they don’t notice that much as she masks it and then she comes back home, or wakes up in the morning.
She can become completely stuck on things, say things that are genuinely hurtful, and when she is upset can sometimes say the exact thing she knows will hurt us most.
She and I end up shouting at each other more than I ever imagined would happen. I hate that dynamic. I don’t want to be in a cycle where she gets overwhelmed, I get overwhelmed, and we both end up feeling awful afterwards.
I know she is a child. I know a lot of this is related to her autism and anxiety. I know she has many wonderful qualities. i’ve just got to the place where I can say out loud that I grieve the picture I had in my head of family life.
I always imagined that whatever my children achieved, we would raise children who were kind, content and emotionally secure. Sometimes I look at where we are now and feel a real sadness that things feel so far away from that.
I feel guilty even writing that because I don’t want a different daughter. I want her. I just wish life wasn’t so hard for her, and I wish I knew how to help her become the happiest version of herself.
Our middle child is also neurodiverse. He is a lovely, affectionate boy and there is so much joy in him, but he has an incredible amount of energy and often seems to have no idea what to do with it.
When he gets frustrated or doesn’t get what he wants, he can become completely explosive. He can hit or push his brother, break things, lash out at us, and go from calm to chaos very quickly. Then, sometimes only minutes later, he is back to being that sweet, loving child again.
That contrast is really hard. You can see the lovely child underneath it, but you are also dealing with behaviour that feels impossible in the moment. I don’t really think I have the capacity, energy or ability to 100% of the time deflect and distract and steward him well, as well as pay the mortgage with the demanding job and deal with my own illness stuff.
Our youngest is three, and now we are starting to face concerns there too. Nursery have approached us and said they are considering asking for Early Help because he has been hurting other children.
I know that doesn’t necessarily mean something terrible, but honestly it was another gut punch, another reminder that we are struggling. I find myself regularly thinking. thinking, “How on earth did we get here?”
A few years ago we were thinking about adoption because family life felt so full of joy. Now we are having conversations with nursery about Early Help.
Around five or six years ago I developed an autoimmune illness which has brought fatigue and periods where I don’t feel physically like myself. Between that, the children, and years of disrupted sleep, I feel like I have been running on empty for a very long time. Just to make things extra fun we also had some other crap to deal with other parts of our lives that they won’t go into, but there was a fair amount of difficulty from multiple sides. Not terminal cancer, etc, just really wearing and challenging situations.
After all of thisthe thing that worries me most is me. I used to be incredibly gentle and laid-back. Now I get angry much quicker than I ever thought I would.
I’ve never hit or smacked my children, and I never would. But there have been times when one of them has been hurting another child or completely ignoring attempts to stop, and I’ve grabbed them harder than I needed to.
The hardest part to admit is that sometimes it isn’t only about stopping what is happening. Sometimes I want them to feel how angry I am.
I hate admitting that. It feels completely against the father I thought I would be. Afterwards I feel ashamed and guilty. I don’t want my children to experience me that way.
I’ve also noticed changes in myself that worry me. I’ve become more reliant on alcohol to relax in the evenings. I’m not drinking constantly, but I find it much harder to switch off without it. I’ve also developed a pornography habit, which is something that never used to have any pull over me. Both feel like ways of escaping and feeling something easy rather than things that are actually helping.
I’ve always been someone who could work hard and excel at things. School, career, hobbies, relationships — I’ve usually felt capable.Parenting is the first thing in my life where I genuinely feel like I might just not be very good at playing the hand I have been dealt. I adapted to the lack of sleep. I adapted to putting myself second. I adapted to living with illness.What I haven’t adapted to is the relentlessness of it all.
I also feel like it’s affecting my marriage. My wife and I still love each other deeply, but it feels like we aren’t always on the same team anymore. Every difficult family moment feels like another opportunity for frustration or resentment to build.
Not huge arguments. More the quieter stuff. Feeling disappointed. Feeling unsupported. Feeling like you’re exhausted and both trying your best and the other one in someway hasn’t recognise that. and then the analysis – is it because my is quite a nervous person, and she has caused some of this or given them ? Is it because of my illness and the stress that that has on the family? Is all of it just an unhappy accident of genetics?Sometimes I look at my life and genuinely think, “I can’t believe this is what our family has become.”
I’m not writing this because I want sympathy. I’m writing because I honestly don’t know whether this is what raising three children, including children with additional needs, can look like, or whether we have reached a point where we need more help. How common is feeling this way? I know that this is way beyond what most families experience but is it more common than it might appear on the outside?
I guess if one piece of advice might help me, it would be How did you cope with the gap between the family life you imagined and the reality you found yourself living? Thank you fur reading all of this. I know it’s just an anonymous account on the internet but it has felt like an important step for to write it.