My Mom's Death
Jan 6, 2019 1:01:44 GMT -5
Post by Christina on Jan 6, 2019 1:01:44 GMT -5
I feel like people like blaming me for being too much stress when she had cancer, when I never started being mean to people and am struggling with being bullied and emotionally abused. I've called the police more than once and talked to my therapist and psychiatrist, but they can't fix it all for me.
They thought the night before she was taken to the hospital I was acting aggressive when provoked, but I didn't mean for it to bother my mom.
Someone told me to talk to my dad because it's hard to deal with, with each other. I said I didn't want alone time talking to him about this so am posting it here.
What bothered me a lot too was the fact she seemed to go blind, while immobile a few days with tubes up her nose, before she died. People were acting funny around her and thought it was their place to touch her a lot, hold her hand and stroke her, when they didn't do this in real life when she was alive. I didn't mind my dad and little brother, felt it was their place and I was out-of-place to be there, like it was just for my dad, or also little brother if he wanted, to be alone and hold her hand, but it didn't end that way. I am thankful for the help, though, of the visitors. I barely touched her at all, just felt her muscles in her arms to see if she was still there and might make it but not at Hospice.
They thought the night before she was taken to the hospital I was acting aggressive when provoked, but I didn't mean for it to bother my mom.
Someone told me to talk to my dad because it's hard to deal with, with each other. I said I didn't want alone time talking to him about this so am posting it here.
What bothered me a lot too was the fact she seemed to go blind, while immobile a few days with tubes up her nose, before she died. People were acting funny around her and thought it was their place to touch her a lot, hold her hand and stroke her, when they didn't do this in real life when she was alive. I didn't mind my dad and little brother, felt it was their place and I was out-of-place to be there, like it was just for my dad, or also little brother if he wanted, to be alone and hold her hand, but it didn't end that way. I am thankful for the help, though, of the visitors. I barely touched her at all, just felt her muscles in her arms to see if she was still there and might make it but not at Hospice.