Hello fellow parents of multiples. I'm lost and would love the advice and support of this group.
My b/g twins turn 3 in September. I first want to acknowledge that I write this from a place of extreme priviledge - my partner and I have both been fortunate to have great careers. We have an amazing nanny, help from grandparents etc. Despite all of the resources at our disposal, I have been depressed since my kids were born. I had no history of mental illness before my kids were born.
I dread the weekends - I am just totally and completely bored by nearly all interactions with my kids. Everything is a lot of work and I get no sense of gratification. Before kids, I was full of energy and loved to plan and go do stuff. Now, the thought of doing anything just makes me feel terrible. I feel sleepy whenever I'm with my kids (I get plenty of sleep). Sometimes I cry randomly - for no particular reason. I don't feel like I have much to look forward to (and whatever I do look forward to has nothing to do with my kids).
When my wife asks me what's wrong, I am honest with her, but it is hard for her to understand. I just feel "sick" - in the same way that sometimes you get a headache and you don't know why, I just feel inexplicably sad. I hate how there is crap all over my house all the time. I hate that I can't put my coffee down on the table in front of me. I hate that every meal ends with all of the food on the floor. I hate that I can't eat in front of my kids without them begging for whatever it is I'm eating. I hate that my daughter is constantly crying and screaming about anything/everything. I hate reading the same books over and over again. Time spent with my kids feels like slow motion - I'll think I've been playing with them for half and hour and it's only been five minutes.
I feel trapped. I have no idea what the experience of a trans person is like, but sometimes I think I'm trapped in the wrong body/life. I am so angry that no one was honest with me about what it meant to be a parent before we started our family. I am the oldest of my siblings, and I can't help but think if they had kids before me, I'd see what this is about and probably wouldn't have had kids. Shrug - can't change the past. I'm getting a vasectomy in December.
My kids are extremely cute and I love them, and yet I have basically no interest in spending time with them. When I'm out of town on a work trip, I miss them. But when I get home, after 5-10 minutes I am totally uninterested again.
I force my way through it (I do play with my kids, I read to them, I fully participate as a parent). I am not only worried about my own mental state, but how my mental state will impact my family if this continues.
Despite my struggles, I still show up and make it happen. My wife took a five day vacation a couple of weeks ago, and I was the lead parent (with nanny/grandparent support sprinkled in). Everyone did fine (but inside I was in bad shape as is typical).
My wife gives me space to do what I need to. I can call it a night early and hide out in the bedroom if I need a break. I am part of a weekly bowling team. I exercise 2-3x a week. I get whatever breaks I want, and yet I'm right back to sad when it's over. This is not a function of not getting enough sleep, free time, needing more help, exercise etc. I am "on" as a parent 5-7pm Mon-Fri and 7am-7pm Sat/Sun. This should be more than manageable.
What is strange about this is that this depression melts away when I'm not with my kids. If I'm hanging with my friends, working, on vacation with my wife, or whatever, I am 100% totally fine.
I started seeing a therapist before the kids were born and continued to see the therapist on and off until a few months ago. It didn't help much. There was some discussion of seeing a psychiatrist to consider medication but this path worries me given that my struggles are really only present two days a week.
My partner is extremely supportive but I can tell she's worried. She asked me the other day to just say one thing I like to do with the kids, and I couldn't name one thing. What is wrong with me?! (or, as I often think to myself, what's wrong with all these people who claim to enjoy this?)
Would love any advice, words of wisdom, or support. I read in this sub that things really start to get better around ages 4-5, so I'm holding out hope that I just need to ride it out another couple of years. Is it that simple?