The support system that we had in the U.S. was minimal at best. Those who could help chose not (they couldn’t be bothered because ‘they had better things to do’). Then there were those who wanted to help but couldn’t because of extremely busy schedules. Hence, one of the major reasons we decided to move.
While it may have taken a few months longer than expected (due to delays beyond our control), we were finally able to enroll our son in Kindergarten. Within a month, the ball had started rolling about getting him the assistance he needed regarding speech – something we would have had to jump through hoops to get in the U.S., as well as put ourselves into medical debt for. The support system is now in place to get him the help he needs so that he can thrive as he grows.
However, the support system that I need is still lacking. While it may be better than it was, it’s still not where it needs to be. When you’re on the outside looking in, there’s still a lot that others aren’t seeing and it gets frustrating trying to explain it repeatedly. The running of the entire household is still on my shoulders, and the mental load that comes with. Getting assistance to do basic things (like laundry or dishes) is non existant. Yes, my son helps and it’s extremely helpful, but to have an extra pair of hands would definitely go a long way. To even think about a night out, either on my own or with others, is only a pipe dream at the moment.
Island of Misfit Mamas 