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Aug. 15th, 2018 07:51 am So my mother came and my mother has left.
Before she came I told her about the panic disorder. It wasn't something I was overly crazy about doing, but if I had a panic attack while she was here (which I figured was likely) the last thing I need her doing is freaking out and calling an ambulance or something.
She got all upset that I didn't tell her sooner and kept asking a bunch of questions I didn't want to answer/go into. I answered a few of the "what is panic disorder exactly?" type questions but stood my ground and didn't go into discussing my treatment of it. Go me.
I didn't panic, but I did have a bit of a freak out before she came and called my brother (husband was at work). I told him about mom and about the panic thing at which point he shared with me that he commonly gets them too. So, out of the us seven kids, four of us get panic attacks at a fairly routine basis, the other three I just never asked. Yay us? Anywho, he recommended pot. He doesn't use it now, but he said back in the day (before he had kids) he used it almost exclusively to prevent panic attacks. He noted that it's legal in NY for medical conditions and might become legal all around in the near future. I'm still not sure I'd like to use pot, but hey, good to know I'm not alone. I guess?
Mom was surprisingly and pleasantly mum on the topic when she got up. I was expecting a grilling. She was also shit about understanding/going along with what I wanted early in the visit, even when, at one point, I outright said, "if we do this it will trigger a panic attack." *sigh* But I stood my ground on the second day and we didn't do the thing she wanted to do that I knew I was not up for. Go me.
Mostly though she was just really upset about my other brother, the dumbass one, who more or less can't even take care of himself and has a bunch of kids (half of which my dad has custody of). She confided in me that he's a drug addict, which is something we've been telling her for years.
While it was pretty damn close at one point, I managed not to have a panic attack while she was here. I've been on edge ever since the day before she came and still am now, so it might still happen. But I only had two last week which is a HUGE improvement from the week before that, and none so far this week, despite the stress, so hopefully I'm getting there.
Before she came I told her about the panic disorder. It wasn't something I was overly crazy about doing, but if I had a panic attack while she was here (which I figured was likely) the last thing I need her doing is freaking out and calling an ambulance or something.
She got all upset that I didn't tell her sooner and kept asking a bunch of questions I didn't want to answer/go into. I answered a few of the "what is panic disorder exactly?" type questions but stood my ground and didn't go into discussing my treatment of it. Go me.
I didn't panic, but I did have a bit of a freak out before she came and called my brother (husband was at work). I told him about mom and about the panic thing at which point he shared with me that he commonly gets them too. So, out of the us seven kids, four of us get panic attacks at a fairly routine basis, the other three I just never asked. Yay us? Anywho, he recommended pot. He doesn't use it now, but he said back in the day (before he had kids) he used it almost exclusively to prevent panic attacks. He noted that it's legal in NY for medical conditions and might become legal all around in the near future. I'm still not sure I'd like to use pot, but hey, good to know I'm not alone. I guess?
Mom was surprisingly and pleasantly mum on the topic when she got up. I was expecting a grilling. She was also shit about understanding/going along with what I wanted early in the visit, even when, at one point, I outright said, "if we do this it will trigger a panic attack." *sigh* But I stood my ground on the second day and we didn't do the thing she wanted to do that I knew I was not up for. Go me.
Mostly though she was just really upset about my other brother, the dumbass one, who more or less can't even take care of himself and has a bunch of kids (half of which my dad has custody of). She confided in me that he's a drug addict, which is something we've been telling her for years.
While it was pretty damn close at one point, I managed not to have a panic attack while she was here. I've been on edge ever since the day before she came and still am now, so it might still happen. But I only had two last week which is a HUGE improvement from the week before that, and none so far this week, despite the stress, so hopefully I'm getting there.
