I have to laugh or I would scream... FMTOAH time! I have called my hoarding mother twice since last week. Oy, why do I do this to myself? Anyway... Here it goes!
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HM: So, what has your experience been with ground turkey? I saw a recipe on 'Cooking Light' and [nattering insufferably about how skeptical she is to whether that will be 'right' despite the fact she cannot cook due to her microwave and oven being out of order and her range top hoarded solid...]
Me: :::Stunned silence:::
HM: Well?
Me: Um... You do remember that I have a Type I allergy to turkey and capon, right?
HM: What does that mean? <Harrumphing>
Me: That I have to have an double epi pen because I go into an anaphylactic reaction...
HM: I don't remember THAT.
Now, I have had issues as a child with severe facial swelling, and it was around holiday time but no one toppled to the connection (or no one cared enough to try). One of my few last visits to her house (1997 or so) she fed me turkey loaf... Cooked lovingly in the microwave. I had a severe reaction with my face, lips and throat swelling. I looked like Quasimodo, and I nearly died. I had continued exposure, and it only got worse. SHE WITNESSED THE START OF IT. Now I know that the weird, 'sudden' allergies are part of my overall condition (actually a co-morbidity) caused by Mast Cell Activation. This has been a 'thing' for over 20 years of my life.
HM: So you don't know whether ground turkey is good in that or not?
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HM: I keep meaning to ask... You have several degrees, right?
Me: What?
HM: You have multiple degrees on something right? You finished school for something or something?
Me: Yes, you were at my graduation for my undergrad. [I tell her my degrees, and licensure].
HM: Someone asked me, and I could not remember...
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Yeah. I am not important in her life, but I knew that already. Thank goodness for friends who are family and my furry family.
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.
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Amazing. Just amazing. Being the adult of a 'crazy' mother is just so tiring. Again, I apologize for being so ugly but I do NOT miss Mom.
ReplyDeleteevillisa: I understand, and it is not ugly, it is just your feelings... Feelings that resonate with many. She is so gobstoppingly (is that a word? I am making it one) self centered. Oy!
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