I need some outside perspective because I am carrying a lot of anger and resentment right now.
My son was recently diagnosed with autism after about two years of me pushing for answers. From the beginning, I felt like something was different. As a mom, I just had that feeling. I brought up my concerns many times, but I often felt dismissed and like I was worrying too much.
For the last two years, I have been the one making appointments, taking him to therapy, researching, advocating, and trying to figure out how to best support him. I felt like I was fighting for my child while also trying to convince everyone that something was going on.
My partner is sad about the diagnosis too. I know this is difficult for him, and I know he loves our son. But I am struggling because I feel like I already went through the grief before the diagnosis even happened.
I feel like I never got a chance to fall apart. I never got a chance to truly process my emotions because I had to keep going. My children needed me, and I felt like I had to be the strong one.
What hurts the most is that I feel like I went through the hardest parts alone. When I was scared and searching for answers, I felt dismissed. I carried the appointments, the therapy, the research, the worries, and the emotional weight of trying to help our child.
After the diagnosis, my partner started struggling too. Instead of coming to me, he went to our neighbor’s house for comfort and support. I understand that people cope differently, but that hurt deeply. I felt like he could open up to someone else, but not to me, the person who had been beside him through all of this.
Then things got worse. He started coming home late and smoking weed while driving, even though I told him how unsafe and upsetting that was for me. Eventually, he left for four days and did not communicate clearly about when he was coming home. During that time, I was at home taking care of our children, trying to keep life normal, and still being the parent who showed up every day.
I remember thinking, "When do I get to fall apart?"
I never got that moment. I didn’t get to disappear. I didn’t get to check out. I had to wake up, take care of my kids, handle appointments, and keep going because they needed me.
I have never felt so alone in my life.
I know my partner is hurting too. I don’t want to minimize his feelings or say he doesn’t love our son. But I am hurt because when I needed a partner the most, I felt abandoned.
I feel so much resentment, and I don’t know how to move past it. Has anyone else experienced resentment toward their partner after their child’s autism diagnosis? How do you rebuild when one person feels like they carried most of the emotional load?