I guess this is the deep end...

Glad you're not mad at me. :(
I was reluctant to call, cuz I wasn't sure how you were feeling, but I was kind of a mess.

It's possible I haven't straight up told Karma "I need you here, now," before, so I think I kind of freaked him out, which might have accounted for him not filling you in on stuff, particularly after a rough day.
I wasn't really sure you were up to company, and I just wanted some time with him, and was kind of at wit's end.

Sorry for all that.
 
Glad you're not mad at me. :(
I was reluctant to call, cuz I wasn't sure how you were feeling, but I was kind of a mess.

It's possible I haven't straight up told Karma "I need you here, now," before, so I think I kind of freaked him out, which might have accounted for him not filling you in on stuff, particularly after a rough day.
I wasn't really sure you were up to company, and I just wanted some time with him, and was kind of at wit's end.

Sorry for all that.

Absolutely. If the two of you could please pre-plan all of your sudden emotional meltdowns, random physical ailment flareups, unexpected family crises, and assorted other random occurences that reqiure my attention, I think everything will work much better. Ya know, just pencil that shit in on the calendar:

"Today, I will completely fall to pieces and want to murder someone for no apparent reason, because tomorrow, Mohegan is scheduled for an Unforseen Muscle Spasm in her neck that will leave her immobile all day, and Friday's out because mom and I have our scheduled snippy-comment duel."

I love you both :) Let's not actually plan out our crises, I'm not sure I can handle any more of them this week!
 
But if we schedule, we could leave the rest of this week free and all get a chance to relax :D I'd love to schedule the muscle pain, cuz then I don't have to wonder how tomorrow will feel, I'll already know.

But whatever, it is what it is and it's another thing for the three of us to learn and work through. We're lucky, we have an extra level of support built it.
 
I LOVED reading these last 3 posts.
I have admittedly not kept up to date (several pages behind) with what all is up in your lives.

But I thought that this little conversation was just awesome!!!
Great job on communicating and keeping a sense of humor amidst crisis.
Great job on being able/willing to go with the flow when something came up.

GREAT job sharing how a little bit of banter can go a long way to calm a heart and soul.

:)
 
Happy Halloween...Saiman...New Year...whatever it is you kids celebrate! Too bad you are not "home" to help Mo and Karma carve pumpkins. Hoping all is well. ;)
 
At what point do familial obligations become too much?

My grandma moved in with us recently, because she simply cannot take care of herself. She can't live alone. She'll die. (Sooner than she should, anyway.)

She's in her mid sixties, extremely overweight, has had some kind of cancer that tore up a lot of her digestive tract, and has emotional scarring that would make Oprah genuinely cringe.
Her depression and damage manifest themselves in a number of ways:
She's a compulsive spender, and will buy anything she wants without hesitation, and will often buy two. Because of that, she's spent all her retirement savings (years before she was eligible to retire), and is several thousand dollars in debt.
She eats. In her family, food became a weird power thing. She's obese, her sister's anorexic, there's just so much damage there I can't even touch it. But food is a comfort thing for her. If she's not smoking or sleeping, she's eating. She does all three in roughly equal measures. If she were eating healthy things, it wouldn't be an issue, but she'll buy nothing but junk food if she can get away with it.
She takes in all kinds of wounded or displaced critters. (Read: crazy cat lady) When we last went to visit her, she had 28 cats, 5 puppies and their mother living with her in her trailer. She can barely get around because she's obese, has bad knees, and doesn't exercise. So no, she didn't clean up after them much. They were mostly feral, mostly unfixed, and many were horribly ill. For the impact of this to be meaningful, you have to understand, I ADORE animals. I love them, I take care of them, there are very few that I simply cannot handle. But if she hadn't gotten rid of them, I would have pushed to have them all put down. They were all very bad-tempered, many ill, and honestly, there were only a handful that should have been re-adopted. Sarcoptic mange is not a selling point in kittens. Neither are fleas, painful and terminal heart defects, or intestinal parasites that are beyond treating. But because of her loneliness, her maternal streak, and her compassionate need to nurture, she couldn't let a single case go. She couldn't pay for treating them, either.
She's just a messy, disorganized person. It's too hard for her to get around for her to clean up after herself, so she leaves her crap everywhere, and rarely finishes anything she starts.
She's in denial of her age. Sixty, pretending to be sixteen, with a credit card, a driver's license, and a feeling that time is running out so she needs to enjoy everything she possibly can right now before it's too late because you never know when you're gonna run out of time and won't be able to indulge in little pleasures anymore.
When she gets lonely or bored, she starts drama to bring attention and entertainment. She makes poor choices in who to trust (and apparently, coming from me, that's a helluva statement) and is regularly used and manipulated because of it. People cheat her out of her money and her charity all the time, especially when she was living in a trailer park in the midwest.
She buys tons of everything, spends money she doesn't have, buys more food than she'll eat (yet still eats too much) and lets the leftovers rot because she can't/won't clean up after herself. The trailer we moved her out of is, to be brutally honest, a biohazard. It's full of waste of all kinds, infested with more pests than I can count, and I don't even want to know what else. If she'd stayed there, she would have poisoned herself. She still might if she doesn't start eating right, and get a second opinion for all of the twenty or thirty some-odd prescriptions she got from her chiropractor (who was telling her things like "Quitting smoking now is a bad idea - it's unhealthy, and your cough isn't caused by the multiple-pack-a-day habit, it's caused by mercury poisoning from your dentures.")

In a nutshell, NOT a fun person to live with. Those are just the biggest issues.
But she's family, I love her, and the whole family is clear that she cannot live alone. We also feel like it would be wrong of us to just stick her in an old folks' home because it's easier on us.
Really stressful.
The adjustment is not fun.
She's a highly confrontational, very demanding person.

Again - she's family. She's too proud to go to a home, and even if the dignity she's clinging to is just a sad illusion, she needs it, and I would not forgive myself if I took that dignity from her.
So we've moved her in with us, we're redoing the basement, and trying to give her an environment where she'll have both family to look after her, and a (false) sense of independence.
 
So, in a quick change of topic, Karma has always asked that I tell him what's wrong, instead of going with habitual (and often untrue) "I'm fine."
Problem is, he's got shit going on in his life, and I feel like he doesn't need me adding to it, so really, I only vent to him when I'm completely overwhelmed, or just that fucking pissed.
Lately, he's decided he needs to focus mostly on his own needs.
Good for him.
I'm really, really glad that he's finally choosing to focus on his problems and stresses, rather than trying to save the world for the rest of us. Don't get me wrong - the need to help people is something I love about him - but I don't want to see it wearing him down the way it has.

Family's kind of a touchy topic for us, because he feels like I let my family walk all over me, I never stand up for myself, they take advantage of me, etc. That's really only true in part, but because of how our schedules are, and the fact that he just doesn't see much of the interaction between us, I can see why he'd feel that way: He really only hears about my family when I'm overwhelmed and need to vent.

He's a fighter, through and through.
I'm a negotiator, when I can be.
In spite of what he seems to see, this doesn't mean I never fight. Honestly, he doesn't see most of the fights going on in my life. I don't take shit when I feel like it's truly inexcusable.
Yeah, I've made major mistakes and taken more than I should have in the past, but I'm not the perpetual victim/doormat that he seems to see me as.
It hurts, when a loved one seems to be telling you you're always weak and never stand up for what's right.
On the flipside of the coin, I feel like he fights when there's no need to. It's like he can't not fight. I pick my battles. If I can better my own life or my loved one's lives by simply dealing with the problematic person, enduring unfairness, and then moving on, so be it. I don't fight if I don't have to, because more often than not, that exacerbates the situation.
I see that as careful thought, he seems to see it as cowardice, and failing to stand up for what's right.

So what this whole mess boils down to (at least as far as I can see) is that from his perspective, my grandmother is taking advantage of us, and we have no obligation to care for her, much less put up with her bullshit. From my perspective, this is the right thing to do.

Neither of us is very good at backing down if we're sure we're in the right.

I'm hurt and angry, because our last fight was basically about how he feels like I won't stand up for what's right, and how I feel like he makes problems into fights when they could simply be endured or outlasted.
Tonight, we fought about whether or not my grandma should be kicked out and stuck in a nursing home.
I'm tired of being criticized for not fighting the way he would.
I'm not him.
I just wish he could respect that I have made a decision based on what I think is right, as has my family. None of us like it. None of us want her here. We all love her very dearly, but none of us are really equipped to handle this stress with any semblance of grace.
We have been addressing our issues with her behaviour one at a time, politely, and with as much compassion as we can. It's hard, it's taking a long time, and we've only just gotten started. We all feel like it would be cruel to just tell her we fucking hate this that or the other, when instead, we can patiently suggest alternate diets, gently remind her to take pills, ask her not to scream at us when she's upset, and so on.
It's not fun.
It's not easy.
But I truly believe that by being direct and patient, rather than confrontational and brutally blunt, we can help her without too much pain.

Karma hates the whole thing, thinks she's a petulant child who's taking advantage of us, picking on me and my siblings, criticizing my mother unfairly, neglecting the pets, causing more trouble than she's worth, etc. I haven't actually argued those things too much. He's right, it's a pretty fucked up situation, but she's been hurt so many times she has no real notion of other people's feelings or needs, and no idea how much her demands and criticism can weigh on us.
But she does have the capacity to learn and grow - I've seen it. She's changed over the last few weeks, and I know it's slow, and painful, and I know it's gonna suck in the meantime, but the family has decided to have her here, where we can take care of her, rather than foisting her off on a stranger, and effectively rejecting our own kin just because she's a royal pain in the ass.

He says he "accepts" it. Acceptance is not the same thing as respect.
Yes I'm young, yes I've made mistakes, but that doesn't mean my choices deserve no respect.

If his problem with me is that I don't fight for what's right, why is he so mad that I'm doing it now?

I understand he misses me, and he and Mohegan and I had plans tonight. I really fuckin' wanted to go chill with them. My mother, father, brother and I went to visit family friends this weekend, and my sister and grandmother stayed behind.
Between Friday night and Sunday morning, the neighbors started a fire, the plumbers fucked up and broke the water lines so we have no water, and in the process of trying to repair it, broke the Invisible Fence wire, so the dogs can't go out in the yard anymore. My little sister had to cancel the party she'd been planning for today, and had to deal with Grandma bitching and moaning about the water, and the noise the dogs were making because of strangers tromping around in the yard and the fact they couldn't go out to pee. By the time we got home, she was in tears, on the verge of a breakdown, and grandma started shrieking and bitching before we were even out of the goddamn car.
We were all pissed, stressed, and she was taking her issues out on us.

So yeah, I would have MUCH preferred to go spend the night with Karma and Mohegan, who I actually love spending time with. Instead, I opted to stay home, and take my brother trick-or-treating, walk the dogs, and fold laundry, because my mother was about to have a complete breakdown, and Daddy was dealing with Grandma and the plumbers. I know I disappointed Mohegan and Karma, but I didn't want to leave my family on their own. And Mom wouldn't have been okay with me leaving anyway.

Instead, I'm gonna turn in early, and hope tomorrow's a little better.
 
Happy Halloween...Saiman...New Year...whatever it is you kids celebrate! Too bad you are not "home" to help Mo and Karma carve pumpkins. Hoping all is well. ;)

Thanks. :) Samhain was happy until it wasn't. lol But that seems to be the way things are in my life, right now.
 
The family situation that you're in is temporary and if it really does get out of control you could always look at alternate living arrangements for yourself.
 
I see that as careful thought, he seems to see it as cowardice, and failing to stand up for what's right.

Neither of us is very good at backing down if we're sure we're in the right.

I'm hurt and angry, because our last fight was basically about how he feels like I won't stand up for what's right, and how I feel like he makes problems into fights when they could simply be endured or outlasted.

I'm tired of being criticized for not fighting the way he would.
I'm not him.
I just wish he could respect that I have made a decision based on what I think is right, as has my family.
But I truly believe that by being direct and patient, rather than confrontational and brutally blunt, we can help her without too much pain.

But she does have the capacity to learn and grow - I've seen it. She's changed over the last few weeks, and I know it's slow, and painful, and I know it's gonna suck in the meantime, but the family has decided to have her here, where we can take care of her, rather than foisting her off on a stranger, and effectively rejecting our own kin just because she's a royal pain in the ass.

He says he "accepts" it. Acceptance is not the same thing as respect.
Yes I'm young, yes I've made mistakes, but that doesn't mean my choices deserve no respect.

I adore you, Cricket! :)

Some changes in life aren't easy, but we stick with them and endure.
I cannot and won't fight all battles that come my way and well, there are different methods of actually fighting. Not every battle can be resolved over night, fast and easy, some battles take time, like with your grandma, it's going to be a long process and that is what you chose to do.
The thing, that I find, with what is 'right' is that we all have a different idea what right in fact is. My 'right' for one situation may be different from your 'right' for that situation....soooo, who is right? And, does it actually matter?

You pick choices in life that you think work best, we all do, and hopefully we can accept what comes with those choices.
The two main choices here are, the grandma stays with you and you suffer and hopefully she will change and the life will be more bearable, which is quite possible, but might take a long time...or...you put her in the nursing home and, the way I see it from reading your post, you would be feeling guilty for a long time, plus, thinking you shouldn't have done it and it wasn't by your choice. So in the end, maybe it doesn't really matter what the right thing to do is, maybe it's just what makes you, Cricket, feel better about the whole situation :)

lots of hugs,
-m
 
Has your grandma had a serious phyc evaluation? It sounds like one might be in order, which also may give you guys some extra resources for dealing with the situation.

Don't be too hard on Karma. His whole view point is in protecting you. Sometimes when you are too close to a situation, it is really hard to see when others are taking advantage of your giving nature. While the "fighters" may not have the most diplomatic solutions, they are usually pretty good at recognizing a problem waiting to explode. Take a hard look at his concerns and then come up with some contingency plans. I would also talk to him more, not just when you are ready to explode.

From what you have said, no one should be left alone with this women, she sounds verbally abusive. Falling victim to bad spending habits and con artists is not an excuse to act like a child. Much of her issues she has brought upon herself and you are doing her no favors by making excuses for her.
 
SNeacal, you're pretty much right :) I see a problem and I immediately move to deal with it when it threatens someone I love.... oftentimes, even when they don't want or need me to :)

We talked for a good while last night, an Cricket and I have decided that there must be some middle ground between my method of dealing with things and hers, so we're going to try and learn from each other. This thing with her grandma is one facet of an ongoing conversation between the two of us, and what concerns her is my need to fight every battle that comes my way, and the toll it takes on me emotionally and mentally.

And she's right to be concerned, I just don't know any other way to be. So, maybe it's time to learn something new.
 
Part of the issue between me and Karma has been that I feel like he's judging my opinion as being of less value than his own because he thinks it's wrong. Naturally, I get defensive.

We talked, and we think that part of it is probably partly because yeah, when he feels passionately that someone else is wrong, he can't always keep explaining his point from turning into trying to tear apart my point. Also, we'd been doing most of our arguing over FB cuz we have so little time to talk face to face nowadays. Without those nonverbal cues to remind me he's not attacking me, I forget. I do honestly know he's trying to protect me, but when we're not talking in person, and he's telling me I'm wrong, and being foolish for refusing to do things his way, it's...hard to remember.
I'm used to people thinking I'm wrong, and I'm used to being verbally attacked because of it.
So I took everything he said as him trying to tear apart my point of view, because he didn't like how I choose to handle my life.

I also realized I hadn't painted a fair picture of my Grandma for him. After I told him more about the fond memories I have of time with her, how she's looked after me, and supported me, and been there for me, he understood my loyalty a little bit more.
He also had either not heard me, or had not actually understood when I told him things were getting better with her. He didn't realize that even though I'm aggravated, I am seeing Grandma get better, seeing her learn and grow.
Things are improving.

Growing up is hard to do. Especially when you're supposed to already be a grown up.
Grandma Ginny is having to grow up, and suddenly she has to grow up with other people's rules - younger people's rules. She has to listen to her daughter-in-law, and apparently, Mom's been laying down the law and pulling no punches. She finally lost her temper and got honest.
Glad I slept through that shit, though it's a blue-eyed miracle that I did.

She and I had a long talk today, and I laid out my issues with her as I saw them, and tried to shed some light on mom's issues with her as well. I set straight some things she'd misconstrued, and she explained her mindset to me a little more. A lot of the spending issues are because for awhile, her inheritance was only being given to her in batches of $300 a month, and that's all she had for a month. Her bankers really are minions of Satan. I'm sure of it. She bought credit cards, so she could afford to keep up with her needs, and the cat's needs, etc. The credit cards resulted in what they almost always do: debt. She's actually better off than we thought, now that she's got a little more supervision.
She picked up on the Depression-era shopping thing that a lot of older folks seem to have - buy three of everything.
Combine the two, and you have a problem. She told me that it'd be really helpful for whoever's shopping with her to gently ask "Are you sure you need that?" or "Do you really want that?" when she goes to get something that's unnecessary.
The diet thing is also something we talked about, and I think she's just had no real education in basic nutritional rules. We'll work on that.

So really, things aren't as bad as they were, even if we're only taking baby steps.

Karma and I are also trying to find a middle ground between his constant fight mode, and my avoidance, and hope it helps us both, because neither of us have a perfect way to face things.

And now I'm off to try to put together a study group.
I volunteered to help one of the kids in my Farsi class today, and we got to talking. Apparently, the professor charges thirty bucks an hour for tutoring. She's the only Farsi teacher, as far as I know.
It suddenly makes more sense that she usually evades questions in class, and dashes off to her car as soon as she can after class.
Screw that.
I'm good with languages, and I've been told I could be a teacher. There are kids who're all but failing, and she's basically trying to extort money in exchange for grades. Now it makes sense that my first impression of her was "business woman" not "teacher." Reporting her now would fuck me over grade-wise, no doubt, so I'll wait until I'm done the course, and then do it. In the mean time, I can tutor the kids she's screwing over.
 
Do you know what Gma's dietary restrictions are? Part of my degree focuses on nutrition, I can come over and work with her if you want. Show her healthier options to meet the cravings and explain where they come from in the first place.

People tend respond to a change in diet better when they know they have substitutions for the things they crave.
 
I don't, and to be honest, I don't think she has a realistic idea of it.

The doctor she had out in OK was a frigging nutcase. I don't know what cereal box he got his degree out of.
He told her that quitting smoking would be too dangerous for her, at her age, and that her coughing was caused by the mercury poisoning from her fillings and dentures.

We're looking for a new doc for her, we've already found a satisfactory pharmacy, so we're hoping they can recommend someone.


I'd definitely appreciate you working with her, and I'm betting she would too. Thank you.
 
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This is pretty freakin awesome, ladies :)
 
So...Tired.

So much homework.

I'm working on a group project in Farsi, but my group members are a fifty-plus year old woman who pitches tantrums when someone younger than her tries to tell her what to do, or help her, or when her questions aren't answered IMMEDIATELY and in short enough sentences or small enough words; a teen whose parents decided that just because she was smart enough for college she should go, who is effectively the avatar of awkwardness and who has been absent for a week now; and a fluent girl who was told to do something completely unrelated for our project.
The professor is a moron and/or a manipulative bitch, and I've not quite decided which it is yet.

The ceramics prof told us that none of our work was due until the end of the semester. Technically, this was true. I really, really like the freedom to work all the way up until the last bloody minute. I'm a major perfectionist, and since I generally dislike art classes and assignments so much, it's best if I have plenty of time to obsess over minute details that the teacher rarely actually notices, much less gives a shit about, because it means I feel like I at least did my best, rather than just filling the requirements.
Problem is, what the prof didn't tell us is that the last date for bisque firing is the fifteenth of November.
Thanks, lady.
So I just finished a three-foot tall coil pot (which she had us turn into a "house") four dishes (to test-fire glazes), a fairly large mask, four owls (she had us make four hollow spheres of clay, and come up with a "theme" to sculpt them after), and a mosaic. All this weekend. The mask made it into and out of the kiln, the tower has been sitting there waiting to be fired for days, my mosaic curled up while drying before firing and had to be redone, the owls started crumbling so I had to rework them at home, the mask needed glazing but I couldn't find what I'd been using before, ditto with the dishes, and I am STILL better off than most of the other people in my class, who've finished about half of what we were supposed to. Then the prof didn't show for class tonight. Panic attack was apparently kind of over nothing.

Still on the same group project for College Comp (English). I made the mistake of leaving it to another kid in the group to set up an interview. Granted, shit's been rough for him, but if he needed help, he has my damn number. We were supposed to have completed interviews by Thursday so we could begin transcribing them in class. I have yet to talk to this woman face-to-face, and the chick who was gonna get the recorder never did.
Now, when we were meant to put together our group essay, the other kids got me their parts as last-minute as is humanly possible. As in 'I was getting sad, lonely little single paragraphs that were hastily written (or copy/pasted) with the most appalling misspellings and grammatical mistakes I've seen since fourth grade in the half-hour before the class after the essay was due' type last-minute.
You have to understand, this should NOT have been that hard. We were supposed to have written individual essays in the two weeks before, on the exact same subject matter. All that was required was a brief, cohesive summary that flowed together neatly.
I ended up being the one to edit and rewrite their parts, put them in chronological order, smooth out transitions, and write an introductory and conclusive paragraph for the essay.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have bothered.
We were told that to complete the course, we had to complete every assignment. This assignment is supposed to be donated to the local archives of the community, and therefore, I guessed that it was supposed to be 'archive-worthy.' I did my best.
This interview that's also several days late already is a follow-up for the same assignment, and I'm still getting fucked over by these kids.
The prof's a great guy, but I would like to sit down with the educators who decided that group projects were a valuable teaching/learning tool, and pick their brains to try to figure out WHY THE HELL they thought this would be a good idea. This doesn't teach cooperation, or sound work ethics, it teaches kids how to take advantage of the ambitiousness or resourcefulness of their peers, often at the expense of those same peers.

In the meantime, stuff with Grandma has been a sort of two steps forward, one step back thing, but I suspect it's mostly due to my extremely foul temper lately, which is probably because of the ridiculous sleep deprivation.

College had better be worth the fucking grief.



Oh. Happy note:
Met Karma's parents the other day, and liked them, though there was a wee bit of awkwardness when they asked how we'd met. I had thought Karma had told them. Apparently not. I opted to just say we'd met at a club, and I'll let him fill in blanks, if he's so inclined.
 
This doesn't teach cooperation, or sound work ethics, it teaches kids how to take advantage of the ambitiousness or resourcefulness of their peers, often at the expense of those same peers.


Oh. Happy note:
Met Karma's parents the other day, and liked them, though there was a wee bit of awkwardness when they asked how we'd met. I had thought Karma had told them. Apparently not. I opted to just say we'd met at a club, and I'll let him fill in blanks, if he's so inclined.

Welcome to college dear :D

From what I've been told when having said discussions with profs, they set up group work to see who is doing the work. To see who actualy cares to learn. All my profs have been very aware of the lackof work done in groups.


As for Karmas dad and step mom-glad you enjoyed meeting them. They are really awesome people.

As for what he's told them, remember when I said it wasn't just you Karma doesn't call. This was the first time he's been over there in who knows how long. I doubt that it's that he didn't want to tell them, as much as he just hasn't talked to them to tell them.
 
Group projects still suck. I'm gonna be doing shit on my own, I guess, but make no mistake, I'm throwing ALL these bitches under the bus.

One of the girls in my Farsi class (the awkward one) is apparently in the hospital, and has been since last Tuesday. Feeling hella guilty for being so mad at her. She's apparently withdrawing from school due to medical shit. Poor thing. Thinking about calling or visiting or something.

Just got home yesterday to find out my poor sister hasn't been able to reach her best friend for nearly a week. She and mom called around, cuz she was freaking, and afraid her friend had committed suicide. Turns out she tried, and is in the hospital, if we understood the carefully censored conversation with the doctor.
I have no idea how to help my sister, or how to make this better.

New project in Farsi, due Tuesday, plus the next part of the group project in College Comp that I'm getting no help with.


Why is it that disasters all happen at the same time?
 
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