Okay. I’m back. And I’m here to challenge your analysis. Since the time I have met you, you have joined 4 different support groups. Technically 3… I met you in that first cesspool that was disguised as a support group. Anyway… I’m challenging your definition of “helping yourself”. There are people in this world who are natural born victims. It’s a mentality. They can’t help themselves. They can’t accept help. You are not of the victim mentality. You are struggling under the weight of your conditions, treatments, and symptoms. That weight is immense, and your general outlook on life has taken a big hit. When our outlook feels dismal, it can be hard to get up and brush our teeth. You don’t need someone to brush your teeth, you need someone to give you a reason to brush your own. Ive been you, Jattzl, and I’ve been you with 10% of what you are actually living with. You are not of a victim mentality, you are living with very difficult conditions. You ARE helping yourself, to the very best of your ability at this time, and you deserve having your children contribute. You can’t make them, but you can allow them. You can take the risk and let them know you need something and give them the chance. If they don’t step up, then we start a new thread around here about dealing with unresponsive family. I could certainly find something to contribute there. I don’t think I’ve successfully challenged anything with this… I’m just trying to knock a little sense into you.
And maybe you DON’T need to start with asking for help. I understand that feeling of not wanting to… I HATE asking for help. I prefer to do everything for myself even to the point of where it crosses into harmful behavior. I get that. Maybe you can start with sharing some of your challenges or difficulties… some of your fears… some of your victories. It doesn’t have to be a negative share. It’s just a way to let them in. You asked me about this… about pushing away family. It’s never too late to take steps to let people back in.
And in choosing silence, fears fester and grow. Trust me, we don’t stop worrying about our parents when they are silent. I don’t. I worry more. Sometimes in an exchange, a check-in of sorts, things can come out that are scary to hear, but that’s my opportunity to talk through it. To clarify, dispel, quantify, demystify (I’ve got my thesaurus open)… to work through concerns on BOTH ends. Again, maybe your children wouldn’t or couldn’t, but I’m not sure how you would know. From what I understand, you’re stuck in the stage where you are shielding them. All I’m saying is that maybe you’ve gotta make this STAGE the focus of your efforts. This is hard work I’m talking about, as I’m sure you know, but you DO have a support group (3 maybe?) that are there to fall back on. Bounce ideas off of them. Maybe have a good rant.
So they’ve been there for you whenever you’ve allowed them to be. They’ve stopped where you’ve stopped. I’m also running dangerously on a lot of assumptions, but this is what I’ve gathered from everything we’ve talked about and all you’ve shared. All those other people you may be right about. You’ve also never described these other people as being…
I just want you to know you have people thinking about you. Well, at the absolute VERY least, you have one. Thinking about you, worried about you, hoping you’re well. I doubt I’m the only one…