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My dad died 11 years ago the day before her September birthday. Now she becomes depressed right around this time of year, to the point that she can't really seem to enjoy her special day. It was certainly understandable for the first few years; but I can't help feeling that a little grief/bereavement counseling would go a long way now. My mom's a retired psychiatric social worker. I guess that saying about doctors being the worst patients is true in her case.
Today I was trying to make plans to go out to dinner with her and my brother and sister for her upcoming 70th. In the best tradition of freeper-types, they can be very difficult and seem quite devoid of compassion when it comes to arranging these get-togethers. They're always whining about something or other..."It's too far" or "I hate seafood", etc...And god help if she wants to toast my father's memory in their presence.
This birthday was going to be a little tougher on Mom, too. She'd wanted to take a weekend and go whitewater rafting to mark the occasion; and was planning on a visit from her sister in California, which was first postponed to October, then ended up falling through completely. My finances are drained, and I can't afford to take an entire weekend off.
So I suggested to her that we could go to a steak house that's near my brother's, in the interest of friction-avoidance. Her response was, "Oh, don't mess with it..." as her voice started to choke up, "...It's not really my birthday, it's only September."
At this point I told her that I really think she needs to step outside herself and consider what she'd just said the same way she'd listen to one of her patients. Then I said, "Now tell me you wouldn't recommend bereavement counseling...honestly."
Mom said, "I know, but I'm ok...really. I'm just worried about you all." I replied, "Bullshit. You need help and you know it. What are you going to do about it?" It's almost as if she figures it's not worth doing anything about as long as she's not suicidal; and to be honest, it's kind of pissing me off, because she's a professional and should know better.
The conversation gradually got back to dinner arrangements; and she said she really didn't like the steak place; but wanted to try an Italian restaurant I'd once mentioned. So at least she has the opportunity to look forward to her birthday if she chooses to.
Did I cross over the line by telling her I thought she needed counseling? I'm wondering if I should call my aunt in CA, to see if she might be able to convince her to get help...
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