Hi guys,
For the last two years my mom has been ill with various maladies, staph infections, infections in her ankle, infections in her lungs, and the latest and most serious health threat is Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in her lungs.
When things started to happen two years ago, combined with my own health problems and the passing of my own grandfather, my post secondary grades tanked, and I returned home to help with my mom. Since then I've been working two jobs, tried to maintain some concept of a life, and try to return to school at a local college. Suffice to say juggling all of these things has created some difficulty, to points where I want to just curl up into a little ball and call it a day, I don't really think I was designed to cope with all of these adverse circumstances.
In the past year, things have gotten progressively worse, my mom has had some several week, and several month long visits to the hospital to treat her various problems, each time I'm more or less the person left in charge to keep the house running. My brother is in school, my dad is at work, so I'm the one left to do the grocery shopping, the house cleaning, walking the dog, bringing my mom meals at the hospital, bringing her various other needs of hers, which often comes at the expense of my own hobbies, my own life, and my own job. I often see myself as an extension of my mom's arm, if I am not at home being ordered and directed about, I'm recieving phone calls about a Gerry Can in the basement that needs to be moved (seriously, I don't think either my brother nor my father's hands and legs are broken).
While this didn't used to be a problem, her constant criticism of my lack of life, has driven me insane. Because of the unpredictability of what my next week could potentially be, I've had to scale back all of my optional stuff, while at the same time being ridiculed by my mom for not returning back to school.
Since she returned home things have gotten progressively worse, she often chastises me for my downtrodden attitude, and what I would consider to be obstinance and bitterness towards her lack of appreciation for the fact that I haven't quite yet lost it with her.
Suffice to say there is too much to cover here, moving out is not an option, unfortunately, as in September half of my savings will be destroyed by my insurance and school bills, and my parents refuse to help me out with rent.
With my mom on the verge of starting her cancer treatment, and possibly starting chemo soon, I am starting to feel my hatred of my mother creep up but I hesitate to bring it up given the circumstances, but I will soon explode. I don't know how to best approach the fact that if she doesn't give me some slack, I will more likely than not, end freaking out at her and terminate whatever minimal relationship I have with her and my father.
So, how would you address this delicate issue?
Coles notes:
-Read the fucking post.
For the last two years my mom has been ill with various maladies, staph infections, infections in her ankle, infections in her lungs, and the latest and most serious health threat is Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in her lungs.
When things started to happen two years ago, combined with my own health problems and the passing of my own grandfather, my post secondary grades tanked, and I returned home to help with my mom. Since then I've been working two jobs, tried to maintain some concept of a life, and try to return to school at a local college. Suffice to say juggling all of these things has created some difficulty, to points where I want to just curl up into a little ball and call it a day, I don't really think I was designed to cope with all of these adverse circumstances.
In the past year, things have gotten progressively worse, my mom has had some several week, and several month long visits to the hospital to treat her various problems, each time I'm more or less the person left in charge to keep the house running. My brother is in school, my dad is at work, so I'm the one left to do the grocery shopping, the house cleaning, walking the dog, bringing my mom meals at the hospital, bringing her various other needs of hers, which often comes at the expense of my own hobbies, my own life, and my own job. I often see myself as an extension of my mom's arm, if I am not at home being ordered and directed about, I'm recieving phone calls about a Gerry Can in the basement that needs to be moved (seriously, I don't think either my brother nor my father's hands and legs are broken).
While this didn't used to be a problem, her constant criticism of my lack of life, has driven me insane. Because of the unpredictability of what my next week could potentially be, I've had to scale back all of my optional stuff, while at the same time being ridiculed by my mom for not returning back to school.
Since she returned home things have gotten progressively worse, she often chastises me for my downtrodden attitude, and what I would consider to be obstinance and bitterness towards her lack of appreciation for the fact that I haven't quite yet lost it with her.
Suffice to say there is too much to cover here, moving out is not an option, unfortunately, as in September half of my savings will be destroyed by my insurance and school bills, and my parents refuse to help me out with rent.
With my mom on the verge of starting her cancer treatment, and possibly starting chemo soon, I am starting to feel my hatred of my mother creep up but I hesitate to bring it up given the circumstances, but I will soon explode. I don't know how to best approach the fact that if she doesn't give me some slack, I will more likely than not, end freaking out at her and terminate whatever minimal relationship I have with her and my father.
So, how would you address this delicate issue?
Coles notes:
-Read the fucking post.
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