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littleoc
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IT IS AWESOME. I'm so glad I called. There's paperwork to fill out now and I don't know how much they will cover, but any bit would be helpful.
My mom should really take my advice more often, lol. (When she can't pay a bill, she starts ignoring phone calls and never calling to make payments, so the organizations always sue her. It's really frustrating.)
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I might give her a choice in the spring. "Either work with the therapist or else I'm calling adult protective services" or something like that. I'm not sure yet. I would like to practice channeling an inner Gordon Ramsey because he would have a very healthy attitude about all this. Yeah, empathy will help my mom, but she could really use a wake-up call. And empathy isn't working for that.
Although, I'm not positive how much mental health is involved. She was honest with the therapist. She invited the therapist in, the therapist got optimistic instantly like "oh this is nothing like the other houses I work with, this will be a breeze" so I can't figure out why my mom froze up and refused to call her. But, no decision is a decision. And I don't want to live here and have this be my personal problem too.
Plus, Nestle deserves space. She can't turn around without things falling on her, so with her f*cked up knee she ended up learning to walk backwards. It's kinda funny and depressing at the same time.
That's the main reason I rented a house that was higher than my paycheck, lol. I refused to have Nestle heal from a major surgery in such a dangerous environment. Besides the infections she would have gotten? I bet she would have torn the other tendon if I didn't just carry her everywhere. When we first moved back in, that's actually what I did. I carried her inside and carried her to my room. Really hard on my back but I didn't want her to get hurt.
Luckily she's really independent but still, it's ridiculous that that was necessary to keep her safe at any point.
....I wish someone would have carried me in after my leg surgery. I was like 15 or something and was afraid to take too big of a step. It was a minor surgery, but still. It was awful that when I got home, my bed was surrounded by giant black bags to the point that I had to stand there while my mom guiltily attempted to moved one over. And failed. So I had to climb over it and it really, really hurt. And reminded me of a non-surgical injury from five years earlier, so that was lovely.
My mom felt terrible but...
My mom should really take my advice more often, lol. (When she can't pay a bill, she starts ignoring phone calls and never calling to make payments, so the organizations always sue her. It's really frustrating.)
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When I get my license in two days, I will probably go to the library way more often, or at least go somewhere more chill. If I work that will get me out of here. I will figure it out eventually.Is there somewhere you can go for a just a few days? Just to get some fresh air and to get away from the mold for a bit?
Maybe. But I would still be sad. I'm really worried about my mom's health.Maybe it would take some of the pressure off of you? :hug:
I might give her a choice in the spring. "Either work with the therapist or else I'm calling adult protective services" or something like that. I'm not sure yet. I would like to practice channeling an inner Gordon Ramsey because he would have a very healthy attitude about all this. Yeah, empathy will help my mom, but she could really use a wake-up call. And empathy isn't working for that.
Yeah, I think she's made it pretty clear that she doesn't want change.But I agree that if there isn't a willingness to change, any outside effort is futile.
Although, I'm not positive how much mental health is involved. She was honest with the therapist. She invited the therapist in, the therapist got optimistic instantly like "oh this is nothing like the other houses I work with, this will be a breeze" so I can't figure out why my mom froze up and refused to call her. But, no decision is a decision. And I don't want to live here and have this be my personal problem too.
Plus, Nestle deserves space. She can't turn around without things falling on her, so with her f*cked up knee she ended up learning to walk backwards. It's kinda funny and depressing at the same time.
That's the main reason I rented a house that was higher than my paycheck, lol. I refused to have Nestle heal from a major surgery in such a dangerous environment. Besides the infections she would have gotten? I bet she would have torn the other tendon if I didn't just carry her everywhere. When we first moved back in, that's actually what I did. I carried her inside and carried her to my room. Really hard on my back but I didn't want her to get hurt.
Luckily she's really independent but still, it's ridiculous that that was necessary to keep her safe at any point.
....I wish someone would have carried me in after my leg surgery. I was like 15 or something and was afraid to take too big of a step. It was a minor surgery, but still. It was awful that when I got home, my bed was surrounded by giant black bags to the point that I had to stand there while my mom guiltily attempted to moved one over. And failed. So I had to climb over it and it really, really hurt. And reminded me of a non-surgical injury from five years earlier, so that was lovely.
My mom felt terrible but...