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Edited on Mon Aug-13-07 02:58 PM by Liberalynn
My Mom is in her seventies and she's been hit with some pretty heavy illnesses including chronic luekemia, osteoperosis, and a form of Parkinsons. She does have a lot of pain and the side effects from her many, many, meds only add to the problem.
Yet even before any of this started she was never exactly Little Mary Sunshine. She's always been of the philosopy that complaints and criticisms are far better to give out then a compliment. "Thank you" and "good job", came out maybe 5 times of ten, now maybe 2 out of ten.
I know I am often disorganized, often slow moving, lacking in a tremendous amount of common sense I've been reminded often enough that though I might have book smarts which I've "wasted", I am pretty much lacking in any other kind.
I also freely admit that I really am often off in my own little world worrying about things like saving the U.S. Constitution and how to stop global warming, when I should be thinking about getting the dog hair off the carpet, or making sure all the dishes are done and put away. I also tend to daydream and think about what stories I'd like to write or read, and how I'd love a house in Maine, with just my pets and me, and the occasional dream about Julian Mcmahon or my celebrity flavor of the moment.
But I've tried hard to change and do what I can. I get the meals on the table, I do the dishes, I run the vaccum, I get Mom's medicine around, I go to the store with my sister on the weekends, and try to get what Mom and I need to get us trough to the weekend until my sister comes down again.
I admit though it hasn't been easy. I have chronic anxiety and chronic depression and if I get over tired, I either get cranky, sleep too much, or I start to cry, for very little reason. I'm working on that though too with a counselor. I go every other week, and I take the meds.
Its just I don't know what else that I can do? Part of me believes that some things about me are just hard wired into my personality and things that make me, me that cannont be changed, and parts maybe I don't want to change, like being concerned about the world or my creative side.
I don't want, however, to not live up to my responsiblities in the "real world" either or sound ungrateful for what I do have, or sound whiny, or unwilling to help.
Its just my's Mom's constant criticism, however, is getting wearing though. I might get a day and a half where she's friendly or kind to me, then the next day the barrage starts over again about how unhelpful and awful I am. My sis said maybe Mom would be better off in a senior living facility, but I don't want to let Mom down either. She took care of me when I was little so its partially my duty, and I don't want to fail.
Plus on the selfish side, I want to stay here with my dog and my cats, and my books, on my dad's family homestead, but I also want to get stronger and beat the anxiety and the depression, and maybe start actually writing the books instead of dreaming about writing them, and earning my way to Maine, and start actually figuring out how to have a real normal life of my own, maybe with a real Mr. Right, although that last one is lower on my list of priorties because I don't want to sadle anyone else with my neurosis.
My therapist tells me that the life I want is not going to happen unless I start to believe in myself, and with a constantly critical enviroment, that isn't going to be possible either.
I don't know, I probably shouldn't be going into so much here and dumping all my problems out. But since I don't work outside the home anymore, I am on disability now because of the depression/anxiety stuff, I don't have anyone to talk to besides my therapist and my sister, and I can't keep bugging them. My sis does what she can, but she has a sixty hour a week job, with lots of stress, and I can't keep letting it all go on her, and expecting my big sis to solve it for me. She's been there all her life for me, has been generous beyond belief, which is partially why she has to work the sixty hours, and that in itself is not fair to her.
I'm going to keep hanging in and doing the best I can. I guess I just needed to let it out. Thanks for reading.
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