I’m going to blog here to see if I can put a finger on what thoughts are running around my head and why. It may or may not help.
January came and went. Christmas Eve was relaxed, getting ready for another Christmas day with new traditions now that I don’t see my family of origin. My in-laws usually have a lazy morning, exchanging personal gifts not exchanged the night before. Lunch at a Chinese restaurant followed by a movie. We got the call early Christmas morning that my FIL was having chest pains. He’s fine but he got to stay in the hospital for a few days. The Chief was happy to help out, letting his brother spend time with his wife and her parents. But it began an almost weekly trip to the ER for COVID (their first time getting it), side-effects of his Parkinson’s meds, and at least two falls. My SIL has initiated home care–day time twice a week and one overnight a week. Our MIL is resisting it but our FIL told her “It’s a gift, take it.” The Chief feels my SIL is being a little heavy handed and could be gentler but I rebutted that “they had two years to prep for this and his doctors feel he should have been in memory care last year.” I get that the Chief is protecting his mom and he struggles with letting go of control too. I’ve asked my SIL to help the girls stand their ground with him when it comes time to accepting help and home care, either for me or him. The Chief knows it’s the right thing, especially after on the day he flew out his father got out the front door and fell down the one step onto the porch, even with his walker, before his mom knew he had gotten out the door. Thus another ER visit. And baby gates and biometric locks were promptly installed throughout the house the following weekend.
It has been sobering.
Other stressors triggered my cPTSD. I wrote in my last post that T2 and I have had our differences. I realized because healthy wasn’t modeled for me that I wasn’t able to model it for her. At least not yet. She’s in her own world right now. She’s relying on her aunt and uncle. She texts her father before me even though we have a group chat.
And the only thing I hear in my head are the narcissistic and manipulative words of my birth parents. On repeat. Over and over again. The Chief will share with me something T2 has sent him and on more than one occasion I’ve had to type back, “I wouldn’t know. She hasn’t said anything to me.” I have to resist saying anything else to him and especially not to her. And the words of my birth parents get louder and louder. And it’s exhausting. Bone weary exhaustion and sadness.
So I keep every exchange polite and short.
My period came a week early and lasted two weeks. That means out of whack mood swings, lethargy, and hot flashes. Work is good but people are unnecessarily annoying the niceness out of me. Students. Teachers. All idiots.
Several weeks of night terrors. Some because of my poor choices and the guilt and consequences of less than Christian grace. Others because of the actions of others triggering me or causing new harm.
Then one Friday night, just before my online D&D group, I got more triggering news. It brought up too much. The game session itself wasn’t too bad until the last 20 minutes. I slept poorly having another nightmare. And everything blew up online that morning. Good grief. It’s a game with practical strangers! Walk away. Why fight to hold on to it? Because I know I wasn’t myself. Because the other player has his world imploding and wasn’t himself–where is the grace if I don’t try to work things out? We’re working through things and being civil and trying to show grace. Will it save the game? I hope so, but I have also taken responsibility and have offered the leave at the DM’s discretion.
We’ve had one weekend without an ER visit and hoping this weekend is the same. T2 is using the group chat more and at least responded to questions. My hormones are better but my blood sugar is whacky. At least I am not in Fight mode anymore.
But today I feel off. The house is too quiet. I had no plans. No D&D on Friday, none in person today. It bothered me that I could actually spend the whole day sleeping. 😱 That’s not me! I live for napping. I did get a friend to go on an hour walk with me and the dogs (and her grandpuppies) so that killed 2 hours. But by 6 pm I was bored. Not bored enough to go to the movies or something else by myself (I did that last weekend) but definitely blah.
I texted the Chief that busy weekends stress me out but having no plans has me on edge. I can’t win I guess.