I'm new here, but I finally have a diagnosis of puerperal psychosis from my consultant.
Here's a little run down of my story:
I had my daughter in May 2009 and was on top of the world for about 6 weeks following the birth, I even took her into work when she was 2 weeks old to show her off. I felt physically and psychologically great and wondered what all the fuss over having a newborn was. She was (and still is) a very good baby - sleeps well, eats well and is good natured.
About 6 weeks after the birth I started having suspicious feelings around my partner (I thought he was too affectionate etc etc, really horrible thoughts) and also thought my parents wanted to take my daughter away from me as a punishment for being a bad child myself. I got help, but they only diagnosed me with postnatal depression and put me on Citalopram. However, my suspicious feelings did subside.
Fast foward to Christmas time and my relationships with everyone were beginning to suffer enormously, I felt angry at everybody and wouldn't trust anyone but me to look after my little girl.
By March I was even worse, I went back to work and put a brave face on it. That first week back at work was my little one's first days in nursery, and my Mum looked after her 2 afternoons a week. Within that first week my daughter was sick numerous times (she isn't a baby who is sick) and I started to believe that my Mum had made her ill on purpose so people would blame me for being a bad mother. I posted something to this effect on facebook and then a branch of the family who I hardly ever see started posting comments back to me which were not very nice (e.g. that I was lazy and ungrateful etc etc). Also my parents would not speak to me and thought I was looking for excuses to leave work.
This all culminated in me thinking that all my family were trying to take my baby from me, and that they had planted devices around my house to make me mad and to get me to do something terrible. One afternoon I totally lost it and although I did not attack a family member they ended up critically ill in hospital (massive heart attack), thankfully they are ok now but the police arrested me and I'm now awaiting a decision from the CPS (I'm on bail).
I now have a name for what made me this way, and I am relieved to know that I wasn't bad or evil. I wish I'd had the right help before the incident. I was in hospital for 6 weeks (3 of that on Section 2). I'm just frightened of what will happen now with the police.