LilacFaerie
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I know I should probably read every single thread in this forum before I post this. But I won't. I'm too tired, and no one in my work or family life understands me.
How am I supposed to feel when you look at me, the caregiver (who's just bared their soul), and say "you need to stop worrying about me and the kids and everything and start taking care of yourself. If you don't, I'm going to leave." How is that supposed to make things better?
So I make you uncomfortable.......sooo you'll leave me alone just when I need you most?? Why should *I* even want to stay then and give it the ole college try?
How am I supposed to undo the wiring that makes me ME? Maybe we all would be happier if *I* was the one to leave, if I burden you so with my worrying. Can you hear the sarcasm dripping here??????
Everyone thinks I use your PTSD as a crutch for the f*ck-ups I make at work because my mind is on you instead of my desk's contents. I don't remember shit anymore. From the time I put a pencil down on my desk to the time I reach for it again, I can't remember where I put it. And you all just think it's (the trouble at home) is a lame excuse for what some perceive to be laziness. In reality, I'm so FULL in the head, I don't know which way to turn first and therefore it's easier to not do anything at all, or if I do, to not care about the consequences.
So, to most of you outside this forum, you all can kiss my ample ass. You want me to be an island?? Fine. I'll be so much of an island that you won't even feel my breeze as I pass through a room.
How am I supposed to feel when you look at me, the caregiver (who's just bared their soul), and say "you need to stop worrying about me and the kids and everything and start taking care of yourself. If you don't, I'm going to leave." How is that supposed to make things better?
So I make you uncomfortable.......sooo you'll leave me alone just when I need you most?? Why should *I* even want to stay then and give it the ole college try?
How am I supposed to undo the wiring that makes me ME? Maybe we all would be happier if *I* was the one to leave, if I burden you so with my worrying. Can you hear the sarcasm dripping here??????
Everyone thinks I use your PTSD as a crutch for the f*ck-ups I make at work because my mind is on you instead of my desk's contents. I don't remember shit anymore. From the time I put a pencil down on my desk to the time I reach for it again, I can't remember where I put it. And you all just think it's (the trouble at home) is a lame excuse for what some perceive to be laziness. In reality, I'm so FULL in the head, I don't know which way to turn first and therefore it's easier to not do anything at all, or if I do, to not care about the consequences.
So, to most of you outside this forum, you all can kiss my ample ass. You want me to be an island?? Fine. I'll be so much of an island that you won't even feel my breeze as I pass through a room.