I don’t know how much I’ve blogged about this in the past, but as some of you may know, I’m suffering from Post-Natal Depression. I go to a local clinic about 3 times a week for various things including a Women’s Group where we talk about our “feelings” and a Craft class where we can just get away for a couple of hours to have a play with stuff like glass painting, fabric painting, etc. I thought I was getting on ok there, but I don’t feel so comfortable there any more. Bear with me as I try to explain the situation.

During one of the Women’s Groups, everyone was talking about their low self-esteem and stuff, and joking about how we hate these women who still look gorgeous despite having babies, no time to themselves, etc. Well, when the Therapist asked me how I was going to try to relax and cheer myself up, I said that I was going to have a big pampering session and watch some American Cheerleaders getting killed (like watching a couple of slasher movies). Everyone laughed and I thought everything was fine.

The following Monday I went to the craft class and made a t-shirt for Lydia which said <baby /> and underneath that, “My Mum’s a geek”. That’s not offensive or anything, right? Well, the woman in charge of the craft class thought that <baby /> was a website address. When she got home, she typed it into the address bar, and it apparently went to a baby death site! :shock: Not only did she think that I was advertising that sick shit on my baby’s t-shirt, she thought that it was MY site! What the /fuck/??? The Therapist from the Women’s Group took me aside and told me all this, and she also asked if I was feeling angry. She’d remembered what I’d said about “watching some American Cheerleaders getting killed” and thought that I was advocating violence towards women!

I mean, ffs, what kind of psycho do they think I am?! Do they really think that I would even /look/ at a site like that and do they honestly believe that I’m going to go on a murderous rampage against women who are prettier than me? No woman would be left alive! I was so upset and offended when she told me all that. It was also really difficult to explain that isn’t even a web address. I mean, how do you explain to someone who doesn’t even have a net connection about XHTML code? I think I managed to explain though. I even typed it in when I got home and there wasn’t one single dodgy site. It was all stuff like babycenter.com. So I have no idea what sick shit the woman in charge of the crafts class was browsing to get to that site, but it certainly wasn’t because of the t-shirt that I made for Lydia

They’re all acting like nothing’s happened now, so I don’t know what to do. It’s taken me so long to be able to open up and relax around them, and as soon as I make one joke, they throw it in my face. I really like all the women that go there though, so I’m still going to go to the Women’s Group, but I’ll probably quit the crafts class as soon as I’ve finished the wine glass that I’m decorating. I want at least one good thing from that shithole.