amazonkls
March 27th, 2009, 09:43 AM
My sisters called me last night while I was at work - they took my mom to the ER. Mom has past issues of alcohol and depression. She's been through formal treatment twice, said that she's been going to meetings, said that she's been taking care of herself. I live quite a distance away, I couldn't verify. My sisters have kids, jobs, and other committments and couldn't check in all the time. When somebody would try to get together with her she would never allow it at her house, it was always out someplace else. We would talk over the phone, and wonder, but kept taking her at her word. Deep down we all had that "gut feeling" that she was lying, little knowing how bad it was.
My youngest sister called me, totally numb. The house has been foreclosed on (which we knew) but Mom had said not to worry, she had a new place to live. That turned out to be the first of the untruths. The house that she's living in was completely filthy. The water had been turned off, no TP, it appeared that she had been going to the toilet and letting it spill out. There was rotten food everywhere, garbage from one end to the other, unpaid bills scattered - a totally different scenario than what we had been raised with. I'm making the drive this weekend to see Mom. Based on the connection I have with my sister, I've "seen" how it is right now. It's bad. Now, we don't know if the state will keep her - physically, technically, she's fine. Mentally she's not. She needs help, again, and we are at a loss on how to get that to her, considering we don't have the funds if the state won't take care of her.
We've been through this before with Mom. The last two times I was living much closer, so I was able to check in on her more, I could visit with her more, and she didn't get to quite this point. We all did the best we could while making it abundantly clear to her that she was expected to also take care of herself. She was enrolled in outpatient programs, she was taking her antidepressants, she was eating correctly for her diabetes. Yet it seemed as if that the only reason she did was because she knew someone would check in on her, never for herself.
Yet as much as I love my Mom, and I know that this is due to her disease, I'm resenting her too. Doesn't she care how much hell she's put us through? Now, for the third time? I understand being suicidal. I've faced that point a few times in my life. If she is suicidal, why go down this slow path? I want to love her the way that I did when this first started, I want to have that same love and understanding. This time, though, I'm having a much harder time. And that's what has me confused. I feel selfish myself, because I want it to just be over, one way or the other. Part of me feels aweful for that, and part of me is like, "why not? If she doesn't care enough about herself or any of you, then why should you care?" My sisters are in the same boat - we love her, but we are tired. It's hard for any of us to drop our own lives, to revolve around her yet again.
My first thought is that I want the best outcome that will benefit her. I try to keep that thought firmly in my head. Yet there is that niggling voice back behind that says why bother? she's not going to do better this time so why try? Or am I just trying to justify myself to myself and the world, so that I can appear to be a better person than what I actually feel I am?
I need help sorting this out. I don't want to bury this, because it will explode and I need to remain in control, so that I can best help Mom and my sisters. Please, if you can help me untangle this I would really appreciate it.
My youngest sister called me, totally numb. The house has been foreclosed on (which we knew) but Mom had said not to worry, she had a new place to live. That turned out to be the first of the untruths. The house that she's living in was completely filthy. The water had been turned off, no TP, it appeared that she had been going to the toilet and letting it spill out. There was rotten food everywhere, garbage from one end to the other, unpaid bills scattered - a totally different scenario than what we had been raised with. I'm making the drive this weekend to see Mom. Based on the connection I have with my sister, I've "seen" how it is right now. It's bad. Now, we don't know if the state will keep her - physically, technically, she's fine. Mentally she's not. She needs help, again, and we are at a loss on how to get that to her, considering we don't have the funds if the state won't take care of her.
We've been through this before with Mom. The last two times I was living much closer, so I was able to check in on her more, I could visit with her more, and she didn't get to quite this point. We all did the best we could while making it abundantly clear to her that she was expected to also take care of herself. She was enrolled in outpatient programs, she was taking her antidepressants, she was eating correctly for her diabetes. Yet it seemed as if that the only reason she did was because she knew someone would check in on her, never for herself.
Yet as much as I love my Mom, and I know that this is due to her disease, I'm resenting her too. Doesn't she care how much hell she's put us through? Now, for the third time? I understand being suicidal. I've faced that point a few times in my life. If she is suicidal, why go down this slow path? I want to love her the way that I did when this first started, I want to have that same love and understanding. This time, though, I'm having a much harder time. And that's what has me confused. I feel selfish myself, because I want it to just be over, one way or the other. Part of me feels aweful for that, and part of me is like, "why not? If she doesn't care enough about herself or any of you, then why should you care?" My sisters are in the same boat - we love her, but we are tired. It's hard for any of us to drop our own lives, to revolve around her yet again.
My first thought is that I want the best outcome that will benefit her. I try to keep that thought firmly in my head. Yet there is that niggling voice back behind that says why bother? she's not going to do better this time so why try? Or am I just trying to justify myself to myself and the world, so that I can appear to be a better person than what I actually feel I am?
I need help sorting this out. I don't want to bury this, because it will explode and I need to remain in control, so that I can best help Mom and my sisters. Please, if you can help me untangle this I would really appreciate it.