I have to admit something. I had my boy in 1985. The AIDS epidemic was in full blown and not a lot was known about it and it was always fatal. I had lived in Los Angeles and dated a man I found out later was bi. After that I got married and pregnant. With all the news about AIDS coming out I became obsessed that I had it and would give it to my baby. I don't even know if there was a test yet for it. After he was born I was terrified that because of my bad choices my baby was going to suffer. I honestly thought I had gotten it from being with a bi man and passed it to my son. I started making plans to kill myself and the baby. I was going to park in the garage and turn the car on. I told no one, I was so ashamed. I felt like I was a bad person and didn't deserve such a wonderful baby and because of me he was going to suffer and die. This went on for a while before I could finally talk to my doctor about it. He assured me that chances of me having contracted the virus was very low even though I had unprotected sex. He educated me about the disease and why he was sure I didn't have it. I was afraid he would lock me up I was so fearful.
The bottom line is that after a while and due to educating myself I eventually stopped being obsesses and fearful. I don't remember if he had given medication, he might have. The point is my thinking was out of control irrational and because of my shame I kept it hiden. Thank God I never carried out my plans but I loved my baby too much. I was just fearful that I had condemned him to a terrible disease and we would both die. It seemed perfectly rational at the time. It did pass once I was aware that I had no signs and I allowed reality to come into the picture.
The point I am trying to make is how difficult PPD is. I think I may have even passed into PPP because my thinking was so irrational. I could have hurt myself and my baby if I didn't get help. It was only a few weeks thank God but I can understand how that can affect an otherwise normal person. Looking back I couldn't believe how consumed with fear I was over something that was very unlikely to happen.
If Terri had PPD or worse PPP I can see her becoming fixated on Kyron and maybe she felt there was something evil about him that she had to eliminate. I have heard other woman say they killed their baby because they were sure it was possessed by the devil or would go to hell. Terri didn't focus on her own child though but she may have focused on Kyron and a real threat to her baby. She might have convinced herself that he was dangerous and would hurt her baby if she didn't do something. I can see how it twists you mind and make you believe straight out lies and feel like you are the only one to fix this. My experience happened a few weeks after my baby was born but I can see how it could continue on, especially if she were feeding into it.
I am thinking Kaine is handing Terri a defense right on a silver platter for whatever reason. He may feel guilty for not doing more or helping more of leaving with the kids. It sounds like he is a lot of pain right now.
I'm not excusing anything Terri may have done because of these problems. She still has to be accountable for her actions. I just think that maybe Terri wasn't in control and wasn't able to get in control and had to listen to the voices that convince you to do something evil in order to protect your baby. God help her.
Dairy Girl, that was an incredibly brave post. Since you went first, I feel braver about sharing.
I have clinical depression. Had on and off periods of depression (maybe once a year, 2-3 months each time) from the time I was six years old. I was able to cope and compensate for it pretty well.
Then I had an infection that nearly killed me, spent a couple weeks in ICU, etc, and after that, it was like my brain was broken. All I felt was the depression and I was no longer able to cope or compensate for it. My doctor said that the illness probably did change something permanently in my brain chemistry. I went on antidepressant meds and although they don't control it completely, I generally do pretty well with it.
What I learned from that experience, though, is that I cannot trust my own mind or emotions. There are times when I have irrational reactions to things. I've learned to do a lot of reality checking and not to just accept that my first reaction is the "real me," so to speak.
Weirdly enough, I've been evaluated by four different psychologists as being a normal, well adjusted person who happens to have depression, not recommended for psychotherapy.
My point in all this, though, is that I was really very lucky. I figured out years before my brain was broken for good that when I am depressed, I cannot trust my own thoughts or reactions. I was blessed to come from a loving, stable, supportive family and to have found my terrific spouse who brings nothing but sunshine to my life.
If I hadn't been so fortunate, well, I don't know what I would have done or become. There, but by the grace of the ghods, go I.