Had a major breakdown yesterday, started by having to individualize and address half the letters for the Great Necklace Project (GNP), several of which involved telling people the bad news. Somehow, signing, folding, and stuffing the letters was just . . . horrible. Then my husband called, we had a miscommunication, and that ended up in a really
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*hug*
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It would be easier if everyone around me (lj company and my parents excepted) were not constantly bombarding me with the metamessage that everything will be fine and I shouldn't be worried.
Somehow the logic of that escapes me.
Seriously.
I admit, there is a kind of relief in knowing that there's no hope for my mom . . . I don't have to wait to see if she's going to get better or worse. It's just a matter of _how long_, not _whether_.
But the next time someone who knows the score tells me it's "not that bad," they are going to get the Fist of DEATH.
Grrrrrrrr!!!
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But just hold on to the knowledge that you are doing something incredible to make your mom's days as amazing as possible. That's really all you can do. And if other people don't understand that, they're going to have to get themselves edumacated.
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But there's a HUGE difference between saying "You're strong enough to cope with this unbelievable crap that life has heaped upon you," and saying "Oh, these problems that seem unsolvable and are making life intolerable for you are really nothing, a cinch, and you SHOULD be able to cope with it, since you're so SMART and all."
That's where the metamessage comes in. They say "that's terrible," and make sympathetic noises, when what they mean between the lines is "you'll get over it any minute now, and if you don't . . . well, you'd better just hurry up."
I guess what I'm wanting is validation, confirmation that my problems would bother anyone, and that I'm holding up well, maybe even better than expected. And what I get is people belittling my problems, which makes me feel like a pussy for not being able to bite down and cope.
And I'm sure I'm ( ... )
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FUCK YOU.
You have every right to be as pissed off, frightened, sad and frustrated as you are. Don't let the bastards tell you otherwise.
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BUT, you'll survive. You've got a loving husband and loving friends (online and offline) who are going to make sure of that.
So, go ahead. Fall to pieces. We'll pick 'em up and put them back together. (Correct assembly will cost extra...)
*HUGS*
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(Out of context, that would seem extremely weird.)
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Love it. Sounds like something I would do!
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Big hugs, and a reminder that you are in thoughts and prayers.
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Thanks for the kind words. It does help.
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<3
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So tell "they" to go piss off. If you feel like doing so, of course. :-)
*hugs*
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You always manage to cheer me up.
Mondo fecking hugs to you, too!
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