I will say that the help you get here is sometimes difficult to find. When I was stuck trying to get a 6 week baby to feed from a bottle and three other kids under 10 and an absent mother there is no-one around to even steer you in the right direction. The closest I could find was a mens help center staffed with Indian cousellers who asked what I was doing there. I wasnt a drug addict\alcoholic or really depressed (well not happy but not clinically depressed) and was just looking for some advice on WTF to do. They couldnt even find someone to advise me on anything. I think one of them said "where's the mother?"
Months later I was trying to work out how to get on Family day care, dealing with Centrelink\Family services, schools, CSA, and still having to go to work to pay the morgage and support them. It's no wonder people fall off the edge... its impossible. My experiance is woman walk into Centerlink and get given help and assitance from them and contacts for womans help groups. Men walk in there and they give you a pile of forms and ask if you want "Job Start" for fwuck sake. I thought they just laughed at me standing there with a baby and three small kids. It took 9 months, three times they cancelled my family services application with no explanation, to even get registered on the Centerlink Family services system so you can give the childcare centre a reference number for the rebate.
I was at the after-school care the other week signing out the kids and a bloke just turned up and was asking about holiday care. Of course it was full weeks ago and the instant expression was bewilderment and dispair on his face. You could see he had just came from work, standing there with a kid on his hip, it was so heartbreaking. I thought to myself "I know where you are mate".
Sometimes you just have to take one day at a time and now my youngest is nearly 5 and I look back and laugh sometimes. If I hear of other blokes in similar situations I send them a text and ask if they need anything... makes all the difference even if they dont answer.
My mates used to ring and ask if I wanted to come watch the footy in the shed on a Friday night... I knew I couldn't, they knew I couldn't... but they still rang. Bloody good mates.
Mauser
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