Seasounds
Diamond Member
I'm going through more loss than would seem normal to most people. My 86 year old uncle has recently told me that I no longer can microwave my lunch/dinner when I come by to visit.
As my last living relative, it has long been our tradition, and it is symbolic of my sense of family with him-having a meal together. :cry::cry::cry:
So it brings up deep loss of my grandmother-my other close family member/mother figure. I still can sob about it, and can't quite forgive myself (I've been doing the best I can with memories of kitchen related emotional and physical abuse while dealing while being in a kitchen) and make sense of the rigid boundary.
Why no microwaving my dinner.anymore? Because I don't sort the recycling at his house the same way that I do in my city. And that, "You didn't 'care enough' to write down how I told you to do it!"
What he knows but doesn't factor in, is that I short circuit in other people's kitchens because that is where I had episodes of severe hand and arm beatings.
So in reality, I have done amazingly well to just get complaints from the sorting of recycle and garbage materials. His insinuating that I didn't care, along with the severe boundary, is non-negotiable. and it is hurtful. It has me depressed, feeling helpless, as I no longer have an uncle who has any leeway for small things.
Has anyone else gone through a similar, rather rapid, and severe boundary with an aging loved one? What helped you?
As my last living relative, it has long been our tradition, and it is symbolic of my sense of family with him-having a meal together. :cry::cry::cry:
So it brings up deep loss of my grandmother-my other close family member/mother figure. I still can sob about it, and can't quite forgive myself (I've been doing the best I can with memories of kitchen related emotional and physical abuse while dealing while being in a kitchen) and make sense of the rigid boundary.
Why no microwaving my dinner.anymore? Because I don't sort the recycling at his house the same way that I do in my city. And that, "You didn't 'care enough' to write down how I told you to do it!"
What he knows but doesn't factor in, is that I short circuit in other people's kitchens because that is where I had episodes of severe hand and arm beatings.
So in reality, I have done amazingly well to just get complaints from the sorting of recycle and garbage materials. His insinuating that I didn't care, along with the severe boundary, is non-negotiable. and it is hurtful. It has me depressed, feeling helpless, as I no longer have an uncle who has any leeway for small things.
Has anyone else gone through a similar, rather rapid, and severe boundary with an aging loved one? What helped you?