I don’t know if I started a thread about it before, tried to talk about it, or what. What I do know is that sometimes it is a whole lot less uncomfortable to have a conversation shielded in anonymity.
Alright, it’s getting there. “There” is the point where one is not sure whether it is time to step in because your parents do not seem as competent as they used to be. I would have lost my head on a chopping block if anyone had bet me years ago that my mother would be the first to start making less sense.
I find it very distressing. It makes me even think perhaps I should move back home. I’m not sure what good that would do because my parents have each other, and I will always be seen as the child. While I had the strength to take over maintenance of my grandmother when she wasn’t making sense, I don’t seem to be able to buck up with my own parents.
The next to most recent disturbing thing is my mom went from a size 10 to a size 4. Now, she doesn’t want to go to church (one of her major joys) because her clothes don’t fit. Long story, but I say why not try drinking some Ensure with her meals for some extra calories. You would have thought I said she should set herself on fire. I asked why not and she said because she did not want to. I said my grandmother didn’t either, but that didn’t stop me from having to pump it into a tube taped on the side of her stomach; let us please not let things get out of hand.
It’s so stressful, but I think I have to step in now. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t do everything for them that seems right. I don't even feel like talking about my daddy's issues. One thing at a time.
Alright, it’s getting there. “There” is the point where one is not sure whether it is time to step in because your parents do not seem as competent as they used to be. I would have lost my head on a chopping block if anyone had bet me years ago that my mother would be the first to start making less sense.
I find it very distressing. It makes me even think perhaps I should move back home. I’m not sure what good that would do because my parents have each other, and I will always be seen as the child. While I had the strength to take over maintenance of my grandmother when she wasn’t making sense, I don’t seem to be able to buck up with my own parents.
The next to most recent disturbing thing is my mom went from a size 10 to a size 4. Now, she doesn’t want to go to church (one of her major joys) because her clothes don’t fit. Long story, but I say why not try drinking some Ensure with her meals for some extra calories. You would have thought I said she should set herself on fire. I asked why not and she said because she did not want to. I said my grandmother didn’t either, but that didn’t stop me from having to pump it into a tube taped on the side of her stomach; let us please not let things get out of hand.
It’s so stressful, but I think I have to step in now. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t do everything for them that seems right. I don't even feel like talking about my daddy's issues. One thing at a time.
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