Dear DrowningAlone...
Your mother-in-law's hospital experience is an illustrative point. Put your mind
or your body in someone else's hands, and that person doesn't have a fraction as much interest in the outcome as you do. Massive brain haemorrhage? Dear god, how does anyone come back from
that?? For the hospital staff it's an embarrassing mistake. They say sorry, give their explanations, and carry on. Your future can be wrecked by
one person, who says oops and keeps going while the world writes you off.
I'm aware of the feelings you have for your mother-in-law, possibly the only real witness to and sharer of the anguish you experienced from the time of your wife's diagnosis until now. I'm thankful you told your story here before this happened, because it's another Bastard Blow (From Above?) and we might never have known of you if this had happened before you signed up.
I have been wanting to write back to others who have responded to my post – and especially you, Candid, I absolutely have not forgotten you – but I just haven’t had the time.
That's okay. It really is. I've witnessed a family scapegoat going off into the wilderness to drink himself to death. I knew him and his family. As far as I know his parents are still alive. His gravestone is online, showing that whoever buried him didn't know his birthday or how old he was. I have self-containment like you wouldn't believe, and a Purpose that overrides all else, including moments of despair. I make time for the forum because I experience it as a safe space in which to talk to people with issues along the child abuse continuum. I also collect data here for my book on the subject of family scapegoating -- and practically anyone here offers raw material. Depression. Anxiety and Panic Attacks. Anger, Addictions, Eating Disorders, Workplace issues, Self Esteem & Confidence, Relationship issues generally... Being taught at a young age that you're a piece of shlt with no rights whatsoever sets you up for any or all of these. It's a question of how I allocate my time.
I am just trying to stay above water right now.
I know the feeling! Am I going to get my magnum opus out there before I keel over from constant frenzied work and chronic insomnia? Will I actually tell my story? Time will tell. The insomnia gives me 20+ hours a day to ricochet around, half wishing I'd get the fatal diagnosis that lets me wave the white flag and say
Mother, you won. But I expect to be here if/when you have time to 'talk'.