kirmy
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Yeh...not so much. I know I've been living on a steady diet of coffee and cheese twisties ( corn crisp things...don't ask) but that doesn't explain the fact that my appetite has failed me. By failed I mean it has failed to go away. My close proximity to Asian food isn't helping either. I haven't weighted myself nor am I going to.
Today is Dad's funeral. I feel like I've got Stokholm syndrome. My mother and sister are driving me batshit crazy with their colourful spectrum of disorders. Meanwhile I have utterly failed to grieve. I should be crying right? Not so much. I hate that I can't just pull the bandaid off but there it is. The mind is a complex and interesting thing.
My mother appears to be sliding closer to actual dementia than ever before. Her behaviour flies between totally inappropriate anger and passivity. I had to step in three days ago when she attacked one of her friends daughters. The poor girl is a young 17 and was telling Mum her boyfriend is trying to get his licence for an automatic car. Mum became weirdly incensed and stood yelling and pointing into this girls face about how stupid he boyfriend was and how much of a moron he would be not to learn how to drive a manual. I stepping into the room and stopped the conversation explaining that "your tone of voice and behaviour are aggressive and abusive and you are scaring the wee lass". Mum seemed shocked as if waking up from sleep walking. She has also lost all filters telling people they are disgusting or that they look terrible. It is as if a spoilt 8 year old,is on the loose in an adults body.
I guess I'm shocked at suddenly how old she is. I can see her mental acuity is failing and her body is weak and frail. How much is grief and how much is organic? I guess only time will tell. Meanwhile I am not sleeping and we live in an explosive environment.
Maybe grief is tiredness. Maybe this crushing exhaustion is it? I don't know...I'm just needing relief from it all and none will come.
More coffee...
Today is Dad's funeral. I feel like I've got Stokholm syndrome. My mother and sister are driving me batshit crazy with their colourful spectrum of disorders. Meanwhile I have utterly failed to grieve. I should be crying right? Not so much. I hate that I can't just pull the bandaid off but there it is. The mind is a complex and interesting thing.
My mother appears to be sliding closer to actual dementia than ever before. Her behaviour flies between totally inappropriate anger and passivity. I had to step in three days ago when she attacked one of her friends daughters. The poor girl is a young 17 and was telling Mum her boyfriend is trying to get his licence for an automatic car. Mum became weirdly incensed and stood yelling and pointing into this girls face about how stupid he boyfriend was and how much of a moron he would be not to learn how to drive a manual. I stepping into the room and stopped the conversation explaining that "your tone of voice and behaviour are aggressive and abusive and you are scaring the wee lass". Mum seemed shocked as if waking up from sleep walking. She has also lost all filters telling people they are disgusting or that they look terrible. It is as if a spoilt 8 year old,is on the loose in an adults body.
I guess I'm shocked at suddenly how old she is. I can see her mental acuity is failing and her body is weak and frail. How much is grief and how much is organic? I guess only time will tell. Meanwhile I am not sleeping and we live in an explosive environment.
Maybe grief is tiredness. Maybe this crushing exhaustion is it? I don't know...I'm just needing relief from it all and none will come.
More coffee...