Category: menopause

A Carer’s Nightmare

So I am sitting here – 3 weeks sick – with an eye infection and sore throat in the middle of winter.  “It’s Viral” so the doctor said last week – and has advised me to sit tight and let the virus runs its course.   I messaged my husband the other day and said “I am so tired .. i just don’t have the energy to get up most mornings. Not sure why”.  He wrote back to me “You are sick (ie. my germs).  You have a depressed daughter.  You are going through menopause. OF COURSE you are tired”.  OMG why didn’t I think of THAT myself?  

I think the ultimate nightmare for a Carer is when you get to the stage where you say to yourself – “I DON’T CARE ANYMORE”.  And those words will be said many times over as the journey with BPD rides up and down.

I DON’T CARE – Those words sound SO bad don’t they?  Makes you feel like a shitty mum who has given up.  A point where you are want to look her in the eye and say – Please STOP.  Please STOP with all the shit..  the hurtful words, the sarcasm, the oh i am sick so i cannot make my days work, oh look at these stories of others like me who never get better and all the negativity.  Please STOP making the rest of us hurt and tip toe around you.

Baby, I love you but you seriously need to pick yourself up and do something about it.  If you say that you want to try going back on medication (this will be the forth time) then we need to see a psychiatrist (this will the fifth one).   How about the DBT course that is meant to be a useful tool ?  Can you start that at least?  Can you at least try to go for your driver’s license so that you can be a little bit more independent? WHAT? YOU want to drive into a tree?  Do you understand the severity of the stress all this causing?  There are SO many things I want to say but alas dare not – because BPD people are hypersensitive and need to be coaxed ..

How long is this going to go on for and when will I get to the PEACEFUL stage in MY life?  How many days can I go on Carers Leave for?  And please tell me to whom do I apply to?

I googled for local support groups hoping to maybe find one I can attend – to vent, to see if other parents are going mental like I am, to maybe get some strategies and ideas … perhaps hear some success  stories.   THIS is what I found on a state website as part of some tips for Carers ..

  • “Eat Well and Exercise” .. Sure no problems. Plenty of time to do all that! Being a bit cynical here but yes i get the point ..
  • “Get a good night’s sleep. Don’t drink coffee or tea in the evening and explore ways to wind down before bed. Meditation, listening to music or reading can help if you have difficulty falling asleep.” .. ah I have been getting this wrong – I have restless sleep and only getting 4 – 5 hours generally.  Must change that habit.
  • “Don’t throw out leftovers – store them appropriately refrigerated or frozen for a quick meal the next day” .. wow who would have thought of that?  That’s a ripper of a tip.

I know I am being a bit of a obnoxious here – perhaps some people genuinely need those tips – but where does the internet keep the good stuff?

AND then I remember – the good stuff is in me ..  Unconditional Love.  Resilience.  Forgiveness.  Faith and Hope.  She is my baby – was then, is now and always will be.  So I guess there is no other allotted Carer, BUT ME …

But for now – I am allowed to be a bitch and grumpy because I am sick ..

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3 months later

Week1-19  – The universe must have heard my calling because I have been in contact with “Family Connections” and since joined a Support Group and there are about 16 of us in the group.  It has been difficult to listen to the stories of the other members about their life experiences handling a person with BPD.  In the group, there are members with husband, wife, son and daughters (similar age to mine as well as older) whom they are dealing with.

The core features of borderline personality disorder include emotion dysregulation, impulsivity, and interpersonal dysfunction. 

According to the DSM-5, borderline personality disorder is characterized by:

Pervasive instability of social relationships, elf-image, and emotions; marked impulsivity beginning in early adulthood and present in at least five of the following contexts:

• Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment, reflecting intolerance to be alone

• Unstable and intense relationships marked by abrupt and extreme shifts between idealization and devaluation

* Identity disturbance, seen in an unstable self-image or sense of self

• Impulsivity that is potentially self-damaging in at least two of the following areas—spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating

• Recurrent suicidal gestures or threats, or self-mutilation

• Marked mood reactivity

• Chronic feelings of emptiness

• Frequent displays of inappropriate or intense anger 

• Stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

Justifying Mid-Life

Mid-Life … whenever THAT is – theoretically is half your lifespan.  But with our ever changing lifespan length, who knows when it will be. Thanks to the wonderful world of medical developments, we are generally lasting longer.  It is quite amazing that we spend 95% of our health insurance’s pool to care for citizens in their last 5 years of life.

Well mid-life or not … I hope I am at least in the ball park.  It gives me the right to not associate with people I don’t like; spend my money without having to answer to anyone; have no airs about who I am and what I feel comfortable speaking out about.  Yes you can do all that listed and more and still not be at mid-life.  But at mid-life, it feels different.  It is like the cage door has opened and you are truly walking on uninhibited grasslands.  You have EARNED your right after being responsible for so long.  The Dutiful Daughter, the semi-scholastic Student;  the semi-scholastic tertiary Graduate;  the supportive Wife; the nurturing Mother; and the industrious Business Owner… It is and has been exhausting.  No wonder when you get to the Peak and you look down at the past on one side and the pending future on the other side – you can REALLY see the view. Continue your life “AS IS” and the same grass will grow or mow the other side down and re-grow new grass.  This is a main marker point in life where you get a chance you to make changes in life for yourself selfishly.

I embarked in this Entitlement stage of mid-life when her illness showed up.

In an instant I could go no where.  I did not even feel entitled to anything.  I felt so bad that my child was hurting so much and she was in places so dark that it took me 7 hours to reach her at times.  I did not know where her self hate came from,  why she felt her friends had abandoned her, why she hated her beautiful body,  why she blamed me for bringing her into this world when I “was incapable of caring for her”.   Most of all – everything I had so called achieved in life felt like a failure because this one thing I had to nurture and protect had failed to see a reason to live .. I HAD FAILED and I was at the half way mark.  Everything I had accomplished to this point seemed to have no value just because this one person.  Why had I not seen it earlier and what could I have done to prevent it?  What sort of mother was I?  Had we as parents been too lenient? Too harsh? Not strict enough? Why did I not understand her hints at needing help and mis-interprete her as a normal child with enough resilience to push through?  What the fck did I/we do wrong that I/we could even get to mid-life and think we had it all in place?  I had to face my own depression for a certain period and I did my best to manage without imposing on the family (I am ok now) but did that have such a bad effect on her?

As a mother, you are as happy as your saddest child.  It’s a hard concept to accept especially when you have spent so many years learning not to let others invalidate you and your self-worth.  Are your own kids the exception then?  And when that is not the case, is that when you are forced as a parent to kick your child out of the house because they are causing too much grief and disruption to the family dynamics?

It has been a few years now and she is slowly getting better.  She does not visit the darkness as much. And she is less at war with herself.  But until she is well or is as well as can be, walking down the other side of the hill without her will feel very empty.  

So I guess I am not saying that she validates my happiness and but I will have to wait until she is ready and safe .. and then I will happily roll down the other side of the Mid-Life hill with grass stains and all.