Well a few weeks ago my dad started falling a lot. He has really bad arthritis in his legs, and it seemed that it was finally getting to a really bad point that he couldn’t hold himself up. Of course if he’d stop eating so much as he has been told time and time again by doctors and family, he’d not have to hold so much weight up. He’s extremely stubborn so he’s never listened or followed instructions given to him after he’s had heart attacks. It’s stressful on family, in particular those who live with him.
Anyway, one night he fell in the middle of the night, and I was still awake. So I got up to see what happened, because I wasn’t sure if that is what happened. Sure enough, he was on the floor near the kitchen trying to get up. I yelled out to my mom that he fell and went back in my room. She asked me to help him up, but I refused. I will not be a nurse for my parents. I can’t do it. It just hurts too much to sit and watch this happen, but then to have to help when it’s happening. This probably makes me sound selfish, but I just can’t handle it for some reason. I don’t have what it takes to deal with watching people in pain and helping them. I don’t know if it’s just family or what. My dad and I have never been close however. I’ve never really felt that he’s cared about me. He’s called me many names in my life. Like the time he called me an asshole when I was only a kid. I’ll remember that for the rest of my life. I can still remember where it happened, and what was happening at the time. Anyway, my mom got him up after a bit, and I think it was the following day, he went into the hospital. I’ve had no one to talk to about this really. Only a couple people, and that was over the phone or online through Live Messenger. I have been dealing with my own health issues and I’m trying to turn those things around. I absolutely hate going in hospitals out of fear of catching some nasty virus. I didn’t even visit my dad in the hospital while he was there. Mind you he wasn’t even in there a week, but still, it’s pretty horrible of me I guess.
But this is what’s really horrible… My sister called and started bitching at me because I didn’t help my dad up when he fell. She has no idea what’s going on here at home, she lives on the other side of the country and has only been here to visit twice I believe. A couple times she was here in the area and didn’t even bother to visit, but that’s another story. So she starts raising her voice at me and making me feel like shit. I told her I can barely leave the house without having panic attacks, let alone deal with our sick father. I know it’s shitty, but what can I do? I am going through my own hell right now, and I can’t deal with other people’s problems. I have enough of my own. So I told her to fuck off and hung up on her. So I went from not talking to one sister, to now not talking to the other one. I just don’t get off how she has the right to get mad at me, when she has absolutely no clue what goes on in this house. She has no right to judge at all until she knows. She might think she knows, but she has no fucking idea.
So my dad is home now, and things are much better. Turns out it wasn’t arthritis that was causing him to fall. It was the lack of oxygen getting to his brain, which would make him get dizzy and then fall when he’d get up.
Well it’s come down to the point that I’ve gotten into fights with my mom, my sister, and my father because of all this stress over the past few weeks. I just can’t take it anymore. I’ve even thought of going into a homeless shelter, because I don’t really have any place to go. I just don’t know how much more I can take of the stress in this house. I think a lot of my anxiety issues comes from my parents. Especially my mother. She nags and stresses me out to the point that I can feel my anxiety just getting worse and worse. She doesn’t know when to let up. I called her a fucking bitch last weekend, and I feel absolutely horrible about it. I love my mom so much. It kills me that it came down to me saying that to her. That she made me that angry! I need to apologize to her for it, but she needs to seriously realize the way she’s being. I know she’s under a lot of stress too, but yelling at each other, and calling each other names is really not going to help matters.
Either way, I know I need to get the fuck out of this house. I just don’t know how or when that’s going to happen. When is something going to go right in my life? Fuck. At least most people have friends and others they can lean on for support. I have my fucking computer.