I was sitting quietly in resting pose after a challenging yoga class and started to break apart what was bothering me the most. Like triaging my feelings and trying to make them make sense.
Mind you I have a few dishes spinning in my life and so I understand that feeling overwhelmed is a natural place to be; in fact expected. The Barren mentioned to me the other day that if he didn't know me and the "behind the scenes" reality of me, there is no outward sign that I am struggling.
I am the type of person who will volunteer if no one else steps up, I am the one who will snap into fix it mode for most anyone. It takes great personal restraint to not step into many, if not all situations, sometimes having to have a talk with myself justifying why I need to step back and not forward.
If I don't do X or Y the world will collapse and it will be my fault. If I pick a place to eat and the service is bad it was my fault. If I don't buy the recycled paper it will be my fault that additional trees are cut down. I didn't triple check on that person, if they had a bad day it was my fault, I could have shifted their day, mood or feelings about themselves.
It made me wonder about not only myself, but why I am like this ? Why am I the one who is responsible for everyone?
Perfect example: this whole nightmare with my father accident and recovery. I knew no one else could/would step up to help my parents, so I did. Without a second thought I abandoned everything, hyper-focused my path for rehabilitation and got to work researching day and night. In all honesty, I was terrified I would not think of everything to repair what was broken and that someone would call me out on it; and claim I was a horrible daughter.
When family, who was not involved in the day to day would come in with suggestions, I let them know that I had already addressed those things, they had already been accessed. Fearing that I had left a stone unturned, and a soft part vulnerable to being attacked, but I hadn't, I literally thought of everything. I fixed all the squeaky parts.
As of late, one member has a call into the same medical social worker that visited before and deemed everything done and there was nothing left to do. My mother told the family member it was fine to call, they feel as though they are "helping" in a way that makes things better for me. My mother is passive to this person so she goes along with whatever they say. I told them "I invite you to call whoever you think might help them in a way they would like to be helped" (not sure they picked up on that nuance of words)
When my dear friend was hospitalized and told she needed a new kidney and a heart, I immediately thought, can I donate mine? I mentally volunteered mine, before researching if it was even possible with my chronic illnesses. Turns out I can, but I am at deadly risk of infection and it might not go well for me, the donor and I need to stick around to continue to care for the others. So I sit in that sadness of feeling useless and worry for her.
Most recently, family has visited and "checked" on my parents...concerned that my mother is not sleeping enough, not taking breaks, my father is not following directions, ignoring homework. I sat patiently and listened to them pick apart everything and in response answered each of their questions calmly and completely with detailed information about doctors, parental responses, therapies etc. No one has asked how I was, if I was sleeping, if I was mentally okay. Instead I just kept my head down and kept making lunches and transcribing doctors appointments and making new ones.
As of this last couple weeks, my parents have asked me to stay home. They want to see how they can manage on their own, which I think is great! I have set a schedule for them, held their hands while getting my mother (the driver) acquainted with where everything is, where to park, how to get back home etc...but this transition did not start smoothly and began with "don't come anymore". It was like having the door slammed in my face...I put that aside and respected space and time and choice of words and have stayed "away" except I still get daily calls asking for aide in remembering calls, appointments and hearing my mother sound off and cry over the phone about how frustrated and tired she is of my father and his lack of motivation and desire to "get better"
Then yesterday, after 4 years of protecting ourselves....The Barren went to a Noah Kahan concert with our goddaughter three days ago and didn't wear a mask and he tested positive for Covid. I called and told my brother that I would miss an eye appointment for our father this week. He in turn told our parents that hubby tested positive and when she called she told me to be careful and then proceeded to start crying about my father frustrating her and how she will manage. I had just returned from the store in an effort to feel less panic from this virus and trying to think of everything we might need for the next few days, purchasing 10 at homes tests for us for the week. I have tested negative so far.
Life seems to feel like a runaway train right now...or whack a mole, I'm going to try and see it like whack a mole, it is a funnier version and people usually smile when welding a mallet.
