Hard to believe the holiday season is upon us again! I understand the biochemical changes that occur as we age that changes our perception of time, but when you experience it first hand... WOW:-)
This Thanksgiving I did something different. I did not make plans with other folks, I decided to have a quiet holiday home with my cats, one who is quite elderly and is becoming more and more frail as that days go on. (I am not much of a fan of the Thanksgiving Day fairy story promulgated by schools to hide genocide and other atrocities... But I honor the desire of folks to come together to show thanks... Ahem). These past few weeks have been full of interaction, socialization, and crazy work schedules, and I wanted just a few days of solitude, not in a self pitying or self isolating way, but just time to enjoy my own company and that of my furry family.
I took off the day before Thanksgiving, and the day after, so I had a 5 day weekend. Really, I should have worked, but I was determined to not let the 'shoulds' intrude. And for the most part, I have not. I had a few invitations to share Thanksgiving with friends, but I politely declined, for the most part without a lot of explanation... and none was required.
And how has it been? It has been FANTASTIC! I have gone shopping with a friend once, and treated myself to a handbag that has been on my wishlist for the past 2-3 years. Other than that, my only interaction has been the Turkey Trot I ran Thanksgiving morning, and I set my own personal record. 10 minute and one 9 minute miles. It was cold, but it was absolutely perfect. I had purchased wonderful organic, fresh food and my favorite wine, and a friend gave me a pie from my favorite bakery. I was lazy around my apartment, and ran when I felt like it, often midday instead of early morning. These past few days have been ones of quiet indulgence, and I will get back on track on Monday. I purchased cold weather run gear online, and am planning my marathon training. (And hoping I have not herniated around my mesh screen... more on that later, if it is indeed an issue...)
I am not planning on repeating this planned solitude at this Christmas/New Year holiday. I will visit my family of choice, and then something new... For Christmas or perhaps New Year's eve, a friend and I are planning a quick trip to a beach, just to see the sand and surf, and although it will be cold, I look forward to running on the beach and on the boardwalk. Just an overnight trip. I already have a schedule filling up with social/holiday mixers, parties and engagements, and I am glad I took this time for myself, for the cats. I strongly fear that my almost 18 year kitty may not be here at Christmas time.
How does this relate to hoarding? I called my hoarding mother as I was leaving the grounds of the state complex that hosted the Turkey Trot. Oh my. Oh MY.
The comparison could not be more definitive. She was MISERABLE. She has 2 folks/separate families bring her plates each year, and she compares them to what she could have/would have/has done in the past. (I do not object to her fantasy of her cooking ability... but having eaten her food for too many years... um... NO- she once again revises history...) She has resentfully watched the neighbors, and found most sadly lacking. She has disgusting names for each that she openly despises, things like "the village idiot" and "trailer trash" and other names that serve her to depersonalize and dehumanize these folks, which is a common mechanism that those with power and control issues utilize. She also speculates endlessly on the couple of neighbors she does not out-and-out hate, but they always come up lacking, wasteful, or some other judgement. She could have made her day special. She just had to buy a new TV, she could have done something to enjoy it- movies, got her favorite food in, something. She did none of that. She called her cable provider and railed about how she does not want the 'On-Demand' part at all, despite having the fact that many of the movies are free. She railed about paying over $100 a month for cable and 'NOTHING IS ON". She carped about the magazines she receives (over 20 subscriptions!) and how they are 'nothing but ads' and how she does not care about fashion, because, seriously... all older folks who do not work do not care about that stuff... Really? <<Headdesk>> Or in this case, thumping my head against the steering wheel. She ranted about her TMJ appliance. She complained about not eating out because people will stare at her... Of course, everyone is looking at her. She just was on a negative roll. She criticises those with pride in their appearance, and pride in their home's appearance, outside and inside.
I asked her... "What nice thing can you do for yourself today? What would you enjoy?" That started another rant of how the holidays were miserable for her as a child, etc. I hate to tell her, mine were no picnic... But it is not the oppression olympics, and no one wins that type of discussion. She just can't do it. She cannot do anything to enjoy herself. It is heartbreaking. She finally asked what I was doing, and I told her. She started her crap on my running, running in the cold, etc. I changed the subject. She then asked, "What are you doing today? I thought you would be somewhere with a bunch of people like you usually are..." I reminded her that I had planned this this way, and what my plans were. She responded with "Oh- did everyone else have something to do, or have gotten tired of you?"
ARGH. She misses the point. In her mind, I am doing the holiday alone because I could not attach myself to another group/family. The saddest thing? I may have misread her comment- she might have meant to be humorous- which I doubt, but she seemed to derive a bit of pleasure from that assumption. How sad, she wants me to be as, if not more, miserable that she is.
I ended the call because I just could not let her attempt to pull me into a negative space. I had talked to her neighbor two days before, and she again talked about how increasingly negative, and nutty, my hoarding mother was becoming. Today is my final day before I return to work and a nonstop schedule for the next few weeks. The blogging of this is the only headspace I will allow her to have, and I have not talked to her since Thursday. I am sure she will be surly and pouting when I do call her next week.
<Sigh> I cannot wait. Hoarding... No one wins. NO ONE. Hope everyone had a lovely week. Thank you for reading.
My name is Lisabeth, and I am the adult child of a compulsive hoarding mother. The take away from my journey is that the hoard is merely a symptom of a life threatening, relationship-destroying mental illness. An illness that often includes behaviors from addiction, child/domestic abuse, and personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder. Stay, read, and please, by all means, intervene if you see a child being raised in the shadow of the hoard.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Sharing a blog from the Huffington Post that resonated...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tamara-star/7-habit-of-chronically-unhappy-people_b_6174000.html
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
A call I have been dreading...
Oh ye gods. I got a phone call I have been dreading. Nothing imminent for my hoarding mother, but still a call no one wants to get.
My hoarding mother's neighbor called me today. Asked if I have spoken to my mother recently, and proceeded to tell me that she has concerns regarding my mother's deteriorating mental health, outlook, and has concerns that she may be in early stage dementia. My mother will be... 78? 79? For the sake of conversation let's say 79 on Christmas Day.
I have noticed the decline, the increase in revisionist history, and what seems to be increasing forgetfulness in our 3 or so phone calls a week.
I also know that there is nothing that I can, or she will allow me to do, that will help this situation. It is simply heartbreaking.
The neighbor stated, "I hate to say this, but it would be easier on you, on her, on EVERYONE if she just drops over dead rather than requiring placement in a facility for care."
No pressure. Ugh. I cannot do anything, and I will not be sucked into this. Unfortunately my mother made many decisions years ago that will adversely impact her now. Decisions like:
My hoarding mother's neighbor called me today. Asked if I have spoken to my mother recently, and proceeded to tell me that she has concerns regarding my mother's deteriorating mental health, outlook, and has concerns that she may be in early stage dementia. My mother will be... 78? 79? For the sake of conversation let's say 79 on Christmas Day.
I have noticed the decline, the increase in revisionist history, and what seems to be increasing forgetfulness in our 3 or so phone calls a week.
I also know that there is nothing that I can, or she will allow me to do, that will help this situation. It is simply heartbreaking.
The neighbor stated, "I hate to say this, but it would be easier on you, on her, on EVERYONE if she just drops over dead rather than requiring placement in a facility for care."
No pressure. Ugh. I cannot do anything, and I will not be sucked into this. Unfortunately my mother made many decisions years ago that will adversely impact her now. Decisions like:
- Driving everyone away who has ever cared about her or tried to help
- Isolating herself behind a level 5 hoard and time after time, choosing the stuff and her need for power and control over addressing her issues
- Using me for narcissistic supply if I would allow her to- she sees me only as an extension of herself, not as the individual with rights and feelings that I am
Sorry for such a downer after my happy blog... Onward I go. I choose to protect myself, and to ensure my quality of life is what I deserve. I cannot want it more than she wants it for herself, and I cannot fix this for her.
Thanks for reading.
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