Who am I Mom, my mom knows me by name but each visit asks “How is your Mom keeping” I tell her “you are my Mom” she answers no one ever told me or I can’t be. This will repeat four to five times each visit. Each time we become colder and more distant with one another.
Both my father and other siblings are able to visit on a much more frequent basis than me and enter into everyday chat about family life. Every visit I try to be positive go with a smile but we do not get far without the question of “How is your Mom keeping” each visit ends with me feeling I do not match up to the others who cope much better and give her the feeling of normality.
Give the answer “she is ok” “oh she is not so bad”? I can’t face that, that lady in the chair is the only bit of my mom I have left now. White lies about family members who have passed I can handle but denying she is my Mom I cannot handle.
Both my father and other siblings are able to visit on a much more frequent basis than me and enter into everyday chat about family life. Every visit I try to be positive go with a smile but we do not get far without the question of “How is your Mom keeping” each visit ends with me feeling I do not match up to the others who cope much better and give her the feeling of normality.
Give the answer “she is ok” “oh she is not so bad”? I can’t face that, that lady in the chair is the only bit of my mom I have left now. White lies about family members who have passed I can handle but denying she is my Mom I cannot handle.