Today was worse in some ways, more complex, but the headline is that M, Ex's mother, is dead, not in a home. Got a call back from the head Registrar herself.
Echoes the fundamental start of it all: Dad died, I was at college, got home, Nan guarding Mums door, she was in bed, Nan said we aren't going to the funeral, no chats with mum, went back to uni, unable to grieve: no contact from anyone in Ex's family. Re brought up yesterday's feelings with that added trigger. I did get, long story short, another hour from a different crisis worker: it was worse than yesterday, I want ed to go to a refuge a place where I would be able to eat (I couldnt) and be looked after,
but respite has totally gone from the MH system. but we worked through some stuff, later I had another conversation with the manager of Ex's flats, this helped too but also raised Ex all again:
(I did take the pharmacist on from the GP and gave him a polite boll*****king -it turns out
their actual policy is to ignore Psychiatrist's letters
( if the patient says they have a few extra tablets at home as "its their responsibility", its going to be raised at the next practice meeting) - I "Get it" but its totally out of order to ignore a senior Psychiatrists directions.
I couldnt get a carer for today to come, and I dont know Quakers well enough to ask them to come whenI am like this, and when the Crisis worker suggested a friend, hollow laugh, as becuase Ex blocked my having friendships except one elderly Quaker (how I liked those) and obvs when depressed not engaging as I didnt even goto the gym for the first time ever for 2 years....my family on holiday for a week of I cant go up there
and I would, I would have got in the car and just gone
Anyway, after the crisis worker and the talk with the same lady from Ex's block of flats, and a completely accidental visit from neighbour to ask for access tomorrow briefly = nice chat I could eat and took allowed extra dose of diazepam to conk out.
After which I looked at pix of the family with DiL via WhatsApp but wont tell them anything till they are back.
Time to eat again, it took so long to dictate my diary, which gives me a sense of order in chaos.
You are right, HVDY: too much has been going on altogether: tomorrow I plan to go to the gym in the morning for a long shower/pamper and some yoga, and I am seeing carer 2 for an hour in the afternoon for human contact then its Quakers on Sunday.
You are amazing with your brother, btw, you dont lecture him or suggest this or that, but you "walk with him" - accompany him - very spot on and believe me, the most helpful thing you can do. That is just "being" with him.
It's a shame he can/t do what single older men sometimes do, have "a spot" in a pub, be "a regular".
and then... you treat yourself!
I so hope your back has held up enough, Scardeycat, to "putt" successfully and a buggy was to hand and the sun shone on you and teas and cake were afterwards.
Sweetpeasue that is indeed so very upsetting about your middle sis is so very ill. Thank goodness the girls are with her to comfort and make sure treatment is as effective as it can be. Now and overnight sh'll be pumped with anti-b's and her lung supported, or something similar, I hope. Well done for going to the beach with Fluffball. I'd like one to borrow!
Doodle even after the chat with the crisis worker and talking to the Flats special needs manager - both of them understand the dilemma.
Let me put it this way. Would any BD here, be able to totally just give up on a person you have loved, whatever the hurt? Do we all not believe in an underlying compassionate love that can win over fear, however hard the route?
Only when a final estrangement is reached, only the point when it is doing more damage than otherwise, do people stop.
And my workers, all of them, have not suggested this. I posted a final letter to Ex yesterday, it was not wordy like the last one, it included a picture that would have meaning to him "stairway to heaven" (as in led Zeppelin and the abstract image I posted here a few days ago) and said
"“Hi X
When all the thoughts and analysis are done, I just want to know - do you wish to see me again or not?
Bests
X
I was so glad to hear you had had a better day. Walking and fresh air is so important, even if we aren't blessed with sun tho that is best, and that you continue the art group. what kind of things are you doing in the art group now?
Time to get some food in me.