parkinson's disease: c/d?

Yeah that part is a complete mindfuck if I’m being totally honest. Talking about it feels like a betrayal and I grew up with/was trained to have an extreme privacy mindset. Less than that was a dangerous betrayal. I recognize that this wasn’t healthy now but it’s super deep in my psyche. It’s a lonely place to be under these circumstances.

that's heartbreaking for it to happen to your partner, mad love and respect to you calzino. unfortunately, you are otm about substandard care causing more problems than it solves and i hope you are able to find the right help soon. most of my extended fam is in the UK & given how dire things are (America is even worse) it's basically impossible to navigate all that while caring for both of them at the same time. fuck.

LL your friends suck if they're making you feel like you need to walk on eggshells. group texts kinda suck in general & are not conducive to talking about this stuff as you seem to be saying.

i'm not trying to use this as an opportunity to complain about my friends -- it probably sounds that way. they are not making me feel any particular way, they all have a lot going on and i understand how i am not at the center of their consciousness. it feels futile/counterproductive to get upset about it so i have been working on acceptance.

Your frustration with your friends not bringing it up is understandable, especially since talking about it at all, much less bringing up yourself, is in conflict re privacy mindset being instilled/grown up with; I have some of that too. But anyway, we ilxors care. Good night, get some rest, hopefully.

thank you for that post -- it helped me feel genuinely understood. such a rare thing and so emotionally nutritious. thank you.

You're welcome!

much sympathy to LL and calzino (and anyone else reading this). my childhood was sorta defined by my mother's progressive illness and death (MS), it's such a huge dark thing I don't even know how to find a way in to talk about it with people, or how it explains some odd family dynamics in the present. I'm immensely glad (and lucky) I have some childhood friends who were there and saw it up close, so it requires no explanation when I'm with them.

it impacts your life in such myriad ways. feeling crushing guilt any time I talk about how it makes me feel compared to what my mom went through, the reflexive impulse to project normalcy at all times so people see your relative as a person and not a disease, and how isolating it is to be successful doing that. and then, like LL says, when you finally do need to talk about it... you don't even know how to begin. even typing these couple paragraphs has just about wrecked me for the day but I'd hate to think anyone going through it thinks they're doing anything wrong or shouldn't be overwhelmed.

so sorry f hazel that's a horrible thing for a mother & child to go through <3

LL i'm sorry for my last comment. fwiw i wouldn't want any friend of mine to worry about being a "vibesuck" under any circumstances, and certainly not in this case. but sorry for framing this as somebody's fault, your friends probably feel the same way.

I was a sucky or feeble default friend in this regard all during high school, when two of my classmates' family home was a hip gathering place: their Mom was cool but no fool; their Dad seemed deflated, just sat around, and we somehow knew that he was a long-time alcoholic, maybe depressive as well, but as far as I could tell (not that I ever asked any of our other friends, 'til long after), nobody ever brought it up. Once his teen daughter asked him, "What do you think of this song, Daddy?" "Pretty good, Honey." "Well, I think--" That was the only time I can recall him speaking, and I think I was startled to think that they had any kind of conversation.
(I don't know which of us brought it up, but years later, his wife gave me some backstory, leading up to the phase I'd seen/not seen. )
When he finally died, I wrote a letter to his son, saying I was sorry in the first sentence, and immediately changing the subject.
Back in high school (and yeah, for quite a while after), there was a general thing: none of us could talk about our families, because almost everybody else's seemed so Normal. A number of Daddies were still in the prime time of working x drinking.

Oh, and also, a few years after high school, he moved into a trailer park, living by himself---I don't know if he got harder to live with, and/or wanted the isolation. I still thought about him from time to time, but still---never brought him up, however much other perspectives changed, and friendships with his family members continued.

it impacts your life in such myriad ways. feeling crushing guilt any time I talk about how it makes me feel compared to what my mom went through, the reflexive impulse to project normalcy at all times so people see your relative as a person and not a disease, and how isolating it is to be successful doing that. and then, like LL says, when you finally do need to talk about it... you don't even know how to begin. even typing these couple paragraphs has just about wrecked me for the day but I'd hate to think anyone going through it thinks they're doing anything wrong or shouldn't be overwhelmed.

otm, thank you sharing in spite of it being a slog. i am trying to do the same to varying degrees of success <3