Granny's gone and done it again

My parents were crappy parents. When I got older, we all figured out why. By the time my dad was diagnosed as bi-polar, he was dying from heart and respiratory issues (heavy smoker for 60+yrs) and then cancer. Mom is just plain old fashioned crazy. Sometimes in a good way, but she's a roller coaster. Living with that is hard. I don't want it to sound like I don't love them, but they can make it hard to at times. I'm the eldest child, the only girl, and it seems the designated caretaker. Good thing I am one by nature anyway. I figure I'm about half sane, as both my grandfathers and one grandmother seem to have been. ;) Got one living brother who is sweet, sane, and deals with depression. I got some of the depression, but I'm more thick-skinned and got too much to get handled on a daily basis to give it much of my time. I allow a 24 hour pity party twice a year, then I let it go and move on. It works for me. I don't recommend my methods, it's just how I get along.

So. Way more information than you probably wanted. But yes, I get where you are coming from. I found getting my sorry sad behind out in the garden, or volunteering and donating to local shelters and such, keeps me grounded and improves my outlook. I try to keep somewhat of a routine, and make sure I eat healthy and sleep enough. All I can control in my life is me. So I do the best I can.
 
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My parents were crappy parents. When I got older, we all figured out why. By the time my dad was diagnosed as bi-polar, he was dying from heart and respiratory issues (heavy smoker for 60+yrs) and then cancer. Mom is just plain old fashioned crazy. Sometimes in a good way, but she's a roller coaster. Living with that is hard. I don't want it to sound like I don't love them, but they can make it hard to at times. I'm the eldest child, the only girl, and it seems the designated caretaker. Good thing I am one by nature anyway. I figure I'm about half sane, as both my grandfathers and one grandmother seem to have been. ;) Got one living brother who is sweet, sane, and deals with depression. I got some of the depression, but I'm more thick-skinned and got too much to get handled on a daily basis to give it much of my time. I allow a 24 hour pity party twice a year, then I let it go and move on. It works for me. I don't recommend my methods, it's just how I get along.

So. Way more information than you probably wanted. But yes, I get where you are coming from. I found getting my sorry sad behind out in the garden, or volunteering and donating to local shelters and such, keeps me grounded and improves my outlook. I try to keep somewhat of a routine, and make sure I eat healthy and sleep enough. All I can control in my life is me. So I do the best I can.
I thought for the longest time that I was the only one that had crazies in the family lol. My dad has put me through a lot. It could've been worse though.
 
No I'm fine bubbles. Really. I finally went to get help with it. I didn't know it at the time but I've been like this my whole life. They said that it could take awhile to help what 44 years of this has put on me. So I kinda look at it as I've been like this my entire life and finally got help. So thing can only get better. Right? I feel kinda stupid for feeling like this. There's a lot of people that have it a lot worse than myself. I've always known it. I just use to hide it better. But the person that I'm seeing says that I need to get stuff off of my chest so I'm trying.
:hugs You're right on the "only can get better" part. Kudos to you for being strong enough to face it.

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I've told myself this " My parents were young. They were imperfect humans. They did the best with what they had to work with. Sometimes they didn't try so hard. Mostly they did try, but often failed. Humans are like that. Sometimes it wasn't even their fault that bad things happened."

And maybe where you are is different, but in Texas we value our crazy relatives! We bring them out to display proudly on special occasions, right next to the lone star flag. It's a badge of honor to survive your crazy relatives around here, and to care for them well. I'm sadly down to one crazy Mama, but my late brother's widow and his two kids are trying to make up for that fact. Oddly enough, they live in NC!
 
I've told myself this " My parents were young. They were imperfect humans. They did the best with what they had to work with. Sometimes they didn't try so hard. Mostly they did try, but often failed. Humans are like that. Sometimes it wasn't even their fault that bad things happened."

And maybe where you are is different, but in Texas we value our crazy relatives! We bring them out to display proudly on special occasions, right next to the lone star flag. It's a badge of honor to survive your crazy relatives around here, and to care for them well. I'm sadly down to one crazy Mama, but my late brother's widow and his two kids are trying to make up for that fact. Oddly enough, they live in NC!
:gig we're probably related. I don't mind my crazy family. It's the crazy mean ones that I try to stay away from. I could tell that the woman that is helping me couldn't believe some of the things that I was telling her about my dad. I know that there's worse out there though.
 

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