Mum was particularly down today on the phone. I popped over for a cuppa and to put the bins out. I could tell it was going to be a challenge, it would be easy today to be drawn into a downward spiral. She was trying to let me know how down she really was.
The thing is we have been having the conversation for years, and years, and years. The fact is she has never been prepared to make any changes to her life which would help her and has always thought up excuses why she can't
A) go out more
B) invite people over
C)accept invitations when they come her way
The result is no one bothers with her much anymore and she is lonely and dependent on me for all her getting out and about. These days more and more it seems to be very un exciting trips to the hospital, chiropodist or doctors surgery. She complains we never do anything nice, the fact is by the time I've washed her hair, persuaded her to wear socks that match and shoes from the same pair, found her purse,done her shopping,blah blah blah, there's no time to do much more. When we do go somewhere nice, it seems to spark off a deep gloom when we get home.
The most irritating thing is, when we go to the various appointments she seems to convince all these highly qualified medics that she's totally independent, a keen gardener and member of several clubs. This really is too frustrating.
She was really up for a row today, telling me I didn't have a clue about anything, but I did manage to make my excuses and leave before I flipped.
There are no answers I just need a moan.
The thing is we have been having the conversation for years, and years, and years. The fact is she has never been prepared to make any changes to her life which would help her and has always thought up excuses why she can't
A) go out more
B) invite people over
C)accept invitations when they come her way
The result is no one bothers with her much anymore and she is lonely and dependent on me for all her getting out and about. These days more and more it seems to be very un exciting trips to the hospital, chiropodist or doctors surgery. She complains we never do anything nice, the fact is by the time I've washed her hair, persuaded her to wear socks that match and shoes from the same pair, found her purse,done her shopping,blah blah blah, there's no time to do much more. When we do go somewhere nice, it seems to spark off a deep gloom when we get home.
The most irritating thing is, when we go to the various appointments she seems to convince all these highly qualified medics that she's totally independent, a keen gardener and member of several clubs. This really is too frustrating.
She was really up for a row today, telling me I didn't have a clue about anything, but I did manage to make my excuses and leave before I flipped.
There are no answers I just need a moan.