My experience with Mental Illness started and bit over two an a half years after I gave birth to my beautiful little girl. I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after I had my little girl. Had DCYF involvement with my little girl in Central part of the state of Hew Hampshire. Because they left that her biological father and I couldn’t take care of her basic needs. whShe’s been in foster care this whole time. Her biological father doesn’t realize how lucky we’ve been that she’s been the same foster family this whole time which is very rare. I was ordered by the Claremont New Hampshire family court to go through counseling. Which I have now been doing for almost two years now.
This is when the Diagnosis changed from Postpartum Depression to Adjustment Disorder with Anxiety and Mixed Depressed Moods. This diagnosis was given because I was dealing with with DCYF, with my daughter father who wasn’t understanding the full gravity of the situation that we were in with our little girl. I worked with DCYF for a total of eighteen wonderful months.
On March 15th 2013 I had the diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress disorder was added to everything. During the last 10 or 11 months I was with my little girl’s biological father there was a lot of domestic violence occurring between him and I. During this time I also had a Stalking Order out my little girl’s father’s sister. And, I was also Sexually Assaulted in Early June of 2012 as well, I got on once at the end of July 2012 just to go back. The line was drawn in the sand so to speak when the visit with my little girl on December 27th 2012 because we were in the middle of getting a snowstorm it actually hadn’t started snowing until that morning. I pretty much knew the day before that we weren’t going to be having a visit. Because the foster family lived a half hour away from us and it wasn’t safe for them to be traveling. They live in a rural part a city called Charlestown New Hampshire. So, we wanted me to come home and do some cleaning which was kind of hard because he had broken the faucet in Kitchen because we had ran out of propane a couple weeks before that but, luckily my dad and or older sister were willing to pay the bill for us so that we could have propane. I had a friend of mine who was with me when I went back and witnessed what he did. He slapped me across the right side of my face. So I left him of good that day.
My last four months my visits with my little went wonderful. I surrended my parental rights to my little girl almost a year now. We are just all waiting to see if the Judge is going to be terminated her father’s parental rights because I don’t believe that he’s capable of raising her on his own.
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