Dad fell out his wheelchair yesterday and couldn't get up. It's happened many times. He's not a cripple, he's weak in his legs, and these days spends most of the day sat in an armchair or wheelchair for mobilisation. I knew in the call with my mum that he was ok and simply couldn't stand. Last time it happened I managed to haul him up and to the bed.
I was in Cambridge which was 30 minutes away. As soon as I said that mum said not to bother coming. But I also knew she could get help from neighbours, or my brother or his wife to visit. Failing that an ambulance. I knew in my gut he wasn't in any danger, and my mum said he simply couldn't get up.
Got home - ambulance outside. I peeked (unseen) into the conservatory. Paramedics were chatting with my mum in the garden and getting ready to leave. Dad was fine and was chatting with my sister in law there and the kids. All's well.
This morning I say good morning to dad. Asked how he was "Not good." He was fine, it's his mood that wasn't good. Said I should've come home yesterday, even though he then said even if I couldn't have got him up. Said I just left my mum their with her anxiety. Truth be told my mum has been an anxious wreck for as long as I've known her. Me simply walking into a room is either met with her jumping out her skin, or greeting me with utter contempt and anger for me even being in the room. Let's be honest here - my dad's fall wasn't my fault, neither was my mum's usual high anxiety. Might sound cold, but that's simply a matter of fact. Also, when I stated where I was, my mum immediately told me it was ok and not to come home.
This is the 3rd or 4th time in the past few years that this monologue has occurred. They said more of the same:
I don't care about them.
I didn't sound concerned on the phone when mum said dad couldn't stand up.
I care more about friends than my parents.
I didn't ask how he was.
I just use them.
I don't buy him Father's Day cards or presents (haven't in 15+ years, why throw that at me now).
Mum said - "I know you have issues, but none of that is our fault."
I made breakfast this morning, spoke with mum. Her default was in play - seeming p'd off as soon as I walk in the room. I've had this for years, and to say it makes me tense and apprehensive is an understatement. But she waited until dad was in the room to start the accusations. Then after her gaslighting about none of my issues being their fault she said "You can just stand their with a puzzled look on your face." Before continuing to lay accuse me of more things.
I just stood there in silence and took it. As standing my ground with my parents is always ill advised. Thing is, when the van is done, I wish to go my own way. Yet cutting them off will cement their beliefs that I'm a bad and uncaring son. But I'm not going to attempt to salvage a relationship with my parents. With my mum pursuing being a medium she's predicted all sorts for the future - numerous things (including when my dad would die) have been incorrect. But she's told me where I'll be living, who I'll end up being with, and other aspects of my life. Tricky to feel like she wants to lay out my own life for me.
There's a reason why I've been so actively avoidant of my parents since a teenager. And how I mastered sneaking and skulking around the house unseen from a very young age.
But I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.
However, after the years of therapy and learning about trauma etc. I knew immediately how unhealthy moving back home was - how nothing had changed. So I always knew this was going to be a bumpy ride. On the first night I admit to her I was smoking weed at the time - I'm hit with her usual high anxiety. Then she says that she won't tell my dad, because he's had a pace maker recently, and doesn't want him to worry. But then strongly told me "I never lie to daddy." But that I'm making her lie. Fast forward a year as she's pursuing being a medium and she's in the room with me, calling out to "daddy" with bare faced lies pretending she's going places she isn't, doing stuff that she isn't, because she doesn't want to admit what she's really doing. Or the time she makes me bundle up folders of their paperwork and bank stuff, and tells me to drive her to her sister's because a pendulum that she used for divination told her that she was in mortal danger from my dad and had to leave. Then the next day is on the phone with him, putting on the little girl routine that she's fine, and coming home and just needed a night to herself.... One of my therapists called my mum emotionally deranged, a blunt, but rather fair assessment.
It's not a blame game. Parents love their kids, trauma is generational. But it's cause and effect. There is always consequences. And to say that my struggles have nothing to do with them. Well, let's just say biting my tongue in that moment was probably the safest option. As I've seen how my mum reacts when I stand my ground. Either "There's no need to get angry/shout." When I wasn't doing either. But if I do speak my truth, you should see the look on her face; it's one of sheer anxiety, dread, confusion and anger. Because I get real, speak my mind and she doesn't know how to process it. So now the avoidance will continue to get that much worse. Self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.
My back spasmed this morning and locked up completely. I'm in absolute agony. Then went down for breakfast, sat outside. Enjoyed watching the birds, then sat and meditated a bit afterwards. Felt calm and good, even with such a painful back. But then I get back inside and BAM - parental angst. Right in the childhood. So the parental repeat episode of "You're a bad/selfish son" was the cherry on top.
Thing is, whenever my brother visits with their kids, or his wife - they spend the entire time with my parents. Socialising and engaging. I've spent the lion's share of my free time in my room, ever since a young child. It's been my way, and now, at 38 year's of age it's becoming a regular topic to showcase why I'm a bad and uncaring son.
There's reasons why I wish to remain invisible in my own home. Why I'm filled with immediate relief and elation when my parents have gone out for the day. And why I feel safest venturing out of my bedroom in the early morning, or late at night - when I know my parents are asleep.
Ed
I was in Cambridge which was 30 minutes away. As soon as I said that mum said not to bother coming. But I also knew she could get help from neighbours, or my brother or his wife to visit. Failing that an ambulance. I knew in my gut he wasn't in any danger, and my mum said he simply couldn't get up.
Got home - ambulance outside. I peeked (unseen) into the conservatory. Paramedics were chatting with my mum in the garden and getting ready to leave. Dad was fine and was chatting with my sister in law there and the kids. All's well.
This morning I say good morning to dad. Asked how he was "Not good." He was fine, it's his mood that wasn't good. Said I should've come home yesterday, even though he then said even if I couldn't have got him up. Said I just left my mum their with her anxiety. Truth be told my mum has been an anxious wreck for as long as I've known her. Me simply walking into a room is either met with her jumping out her skin, or greeting me with utter contempt and anger for me even being in the room. Let's be honest here - my dad's fall wasn't my fault, neither was my mum's usual high anxiety. Might sound cold, but that's simply a matter of fact. Also, when I stated where I was, my mum immediately told me it was ok and not to come home.
This is the 3rd or 4th time in the past few years that this monologue has occurred. They said more of the same:
I don't care about them.
I didn't sound concerned on the phone when mum said dad couldn't stand up.
I care more about friends than my parents.
I didn't ask how he was.
I just use them.
I don't buy him Father's Day cards or presents (haven't in 15+ years, why throw that at me now).
Mum said - "I know you have issues, but none of that is our fault."
I made breakfast this morning, spoke with mum. Her default was in play - seeming p'd off as soon as I walk in the room. I've had this for years, and to say it makes me tense and apprehensive is an understatement. But she waited until dad was in the room to start the accusations. Then after her gaslighting about none of my issues being their fault she said "You can just stand their with a puzzled look on your face." Before continuing to lay accuse me of more things.
I just stood there in silence and took it. As standing my ground with my parents is always ill advised. Thing is, when the van is done, I wish to go my own way. Yet cutting them off will cement their beliefs that I'm a bad and uncaring son. But I'm not going to attempt to salvage a relationship with my parents. With my mum pursuing being a medium she's predicted all sorts for the future - numerous things (including when my dad would die) have been incorrect. But she's told me where I'll be living, who I'll end up being with, and other aspects of my life. Tricky to feel like she wants to lay out my own life for me.
There's a reason why I've been so actively avoidant of my parents since a teenager. And how I mastered sneaking and skulking around the house unseen from a very young age.
But I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.
However, after the years of therapy and learning about trauma etc. I knew immediately how unhealthy moving back home was - how nothing had changed. So I always knew this was going to be a bumpy ride. On the first night I admit to her I was smoking weed at the time - I'm hit with her usual high anxiety. Then she says that she won't tell my dad, because he's had a pace maker recently, and doesn't want him to worry. But then strongly told me "I never lie to daddy." But that I'm making her lie. Fast forward a year as she's pursuing being a medium and she's in the room with me, calling out to "daddy" with bare faced lies pretending she's going places she isn't, doing stuff that she isn't, because she doesn't want to admit what she's really doing. Or the time she makes me bundle up folders of their paperwork and bank stuff, and tells me to drive her to her sister's because a pendulum that she used for divination told her that she was in mortal danger from my dad and had to leave. Then the next day is on the phone with him, putting on the little girl routine that she's fine, and coming home and just needed a night to herself.... One of my therapists called my mum emotionally deranged, a blunt, but rather fair assessment.
It's not a blame game. Parents love their kids, trauma is generational. But it's cause and effect. There is always consequences. And to say that my struggles have nothing to do with them. Well, let's just say biting my tongue in that moment was probably the safest option. As I've seen how my mum reacts when I stand my ground. Either "There's no need to get angry/shout." When I wasn't doing either. But if I do speak my truth, you should see the look on her face; it's one of sheer anxiety, dread, confusion and anger. Because I get real, speak my mind and she doesn't know how to process it. So now the avoidance will continue to get that much worse. Self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.
My back spasmed this morning and locked up completely. I'm in absolute agony. Then went down for breakfast, sat outside. Enjoyed watching the birds, then sat and meditated a bit afterwards. Felt calm and good, even with such a painful back. But then I get back inside and BAM - parental angst. Right in the childhood. So the parental repeat episode of "You're a bad/selfish son" was the cherry on top.
Thing is, whenever my brother visits with their kids, or his wife - they spend the entire time with my parents. Socialising and engaging. I've spent the lion's share of my free time in my room, ever since a young child. It's been my way, and now, at 38 year's of age it's becoming a regular topic to showcase why I'm a bad and uncaring son.
There's reasons why I wish to remain invisible in my own home. Why I'm filled with immediate relief and elation when my parents have gone out for the day. And why I feel safest venturing out of my bedroom in the early morning, or late at night - when I know my parents are asleep.
Ed
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