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I'm not saying anything like don't feel that way. What I'm saying is a variation of Eleanor Roosevelt's observation, "no one can make you feel inferior without your consent." If Mom and Pop fight and then Mom dumps how she feels on you, and this cycle repeats and repeats, and you don't like it, you do have the option to do something other than let her dump on you. Because it's evidently not changing anything, leading to any kind of solutions, if she dumps on you. If I understand correctly, she did not have such intensive contact with you for quite some time until this housing situation emerged. Now she does. Maybe a solution is to impose a bit of a boundary on her, to refuse to engage with her about her grievances with Pop. I am not saying this is the right thing to do. It's one option. If you don't like it, don't do it. But it does seem to be pretty clear that Mom knows how to get people riled up on her behalf and nothing good seems to come out of that.lulilu, my DH really believed that "don't feel that way" was a legitimate suggestion for much of our early years together. Then he had a period of depression after his father died. All of a sudden, he got it. He now likens emotional episodes like that to the flu--he didn't WANT to feel it, but it wasn't going to be rationalized away. Sometimes things like this don't make sense, I think, unless and until you've lived them.
Was your mother a creative person? If she was, did that foster creativity in you? Kay Jamison wrote about a link between bipolar & creativity which if it exists might seem to assuage to some degree some of the stuff which is not good.For people who are basically normal, you can liken periodic episodes of depression like the flu. My mother was bi-polar manic depressive. That cannot be compared to the flu. It's a chronic condition. And if it's untreated or the patient does not take their meds, or the meds no longer work it can lead to serious to life ending consequences.
In my life, my mother's illness was the elephant in the room.
I am within weeks of finishing my thesis for my second master's degree! In another two weeks, I might actually be able to do wild and crazy things like... get more than 3 hours of sleep a night? or rejoin the human race?
I think that correlation - depression being like the flu - is probably one of the best I have heard. It's something that you survive, and something that you having coping methods for working around. But there is no cure, and there is no easy way out. Thank you for this, and ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for you and yours
And, here's a picture of a well-styled pair of furry shoes. Which still look incredibly silly but... it's pink furry shoes!!
Asians & Hermes
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On a different note, hot cars and I had some fun pictures taken...View attachment 3521204
This is a totally wonderful photo, ck21.On a different note, hot cars and I had some fun pictures taken...View attachment 3521204
Was your mother a creative person? If she was, did that foster creativity in you? Kay Jamison wrote about a link between bipolar & creativity which if it exists might seem to assuage to some degree some of the stuff which is not good.
Absolutely LOVE this!!!On a different note, hot cars and I had some fun pictures taken...View attachment 3521204
Mine was not creative although she could dress nicely when she wanted.. She did not like to work. She wanted someone else to support her (guess who). She liked to chain smoke and brood. (I guess the smoking kept her thin). She liked to go shopping. Not for me, tho. However, I have rectified that little imbalance myself.My Mom was creative, but unfortunately lacked outlets. She was trapped in that 50s, 60s traditional role of mother and wife. She would have been far better off if she worked full time. It would have (hopefully) kept her mind off of perceived slights. She also was the kind of person who felt the world revolved around her.