Fuck you very much 2014. Just when I thought this year was (finally) wrapping up nicely after a tumultuous, challenging and death defying crescendo, it throws two more curve balls that smack me right in the face.
It's true, my psychiatrist was right - my family do not do things by halves. When we're in, we're all in. We've had two terrible sets of news relating to my siblings. During a time when happiness is supposed to reign (Christmas and all that happy, fun shit), my two sisters have had to come to terms and deal with some terrible health related issues. It's been a downer to say the least.
When I was talking to one of my sisters and she ended up consoling me about her bad news - when I should have been the one consoling her, I got thinking. It reminded me of when I had the cardiac arrest and had to console family members in the hospital. All the meanwhile I wasn't quite sure what was going on myself. The shoe was on the other foot now.
My other sister handled her situation quite differently - not wanting to discuss anything, and with her boyfriend giving me the news.
The point I'm trying to get at - is bad news is bad news, no matter how it is communicated or received. There are so many confronting and uncomfortable emotions to deal with and that can make communication during these bad times more often than not, awkward. Everyone deals with things differently and there is no right or wrong way. It's whatever the individuals are comfortable with at the time.
Last year when my great niece died, her mother at times got very angry about the types of things that family and friends were saying in an attempt to console her. I get it, the world can be a fucked up place sometimes and when fucked up things happen like a healthy 9 month old dying suddenly, I'd be fucking angry too with probably anything anyone said or did. But she never said anything about it (except maybe indirectly rant on Facebook about it); she expected that everyone else should know what she wants to hear, in the way she wants to hear it.
The pieces fell together in my in-laws kitchen the other day. It was the last straw - I was so angry at people wanting to help by giving me unsolicited random advice. People wanting to help heal and fix poor broken (heart problem ridden) Angie.
When in reality it's just a way to attempt to fix themselves, so they project their shit on to me.
I realised at that moment that there's no point being angry. People are not mind readers. Their attempt to help or console all come from a good place of caring, concern and love. We are just as responsible for how we respond, as they are for what they say.
The problem in my situation has been the lack of response I have been giving these seemingly helpful people. It's because I didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable, so I'd nod through and listen to all their hair-brained, irrelevant, out of context quick fixes and suggestions for helping me with my heart problem - whatever that is - because they don't even quite know.
I'm responsible for setting my boundaries and maintaining them. So here goes, next time someone gives unsolicited advice or assistance, this will be my response: I'm fine, thank you for your concern and advice. At this stage I am happy and healthy and have my situation under control and under the watchful eye of relevant health care professionals.
Fuck you very much. Thanks 2014, you've had some highs and some really low lows. On to bigger and better things in 2015.
Wishing everyone a happy new year full of love, peace and most importantly, good health.
It's true, my psychiatrist was right - my family do not do things by halves. When we're in, we're all in. We've had two terrible sets of news relating to my siblings. During a time when happiness is supposed to reign (Christmas and all that happy, fun shit), my two sisters have had to come to terms and deal with some terrible health related issues. It's been a downer to say the least.
When I was talking to one of my sisters and she ended up consoling me about her bad news - when I should have been the one consoling her, I got thinking. It reminded me of when I had the cardiac arrest and had to console family members in the hospital. All the meanwhile I wasn't quite sure what was going on myself. The shoe was on the other foot now.
My other sister handled her situation quite differently - not wanting to discuss anything, and with her boyfriend giving me the news.
The point I'm trying to get at - is bad news is bad news, no matter how it is communicated or received. There are so many confronting and uncomfortable emotions to deal with and that can make communication during these bad times more often than not, awkward. Everyone deals with things differently and there is no right or wrong way. It's whatever the individuals are comfortable with at the time.
Last year when my great niece died, her mother at times got very angry about the types of things that family and friends were saying in an attempt to console her. I get it, the world can be a fucked up place sometimes and when fucked up things happen like a healthy 9 month old dying suddenly, I'd be fucking angry too with probably anything anyone said or did. But she never said anything about it (except maybe indirectly rant on Facebook about it); she expected that everyone else should know what she wants to hear, in the way she wants to hear it.
The pieces fell together in my in-laws kitchen the other day. It was the last straw - I was so angry at people wanting to help by giving me unsolicited random advice. People wanting to help heal and fix poor broken (heart problem ridden) Angie.
When in reality it's just a way to attempt to fix themselves, so they project their shit on to me.
I realised at that moment that there's no point being angry. People are not mind readers. Their attempt to help or console all come from a good place of caring, concern and love. We are just as responsible for how we respond, as they are for what they say.
The problem in my situation has been the lack of response I have been giving these seemingly helpful people. It's because I didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable, so I'd nod through and listen to all their hair-brained, irrelevant, out of context quick fixes and suggestions for helping me with my heart problem - whatever that is - because they don't even quite know.
I'm responsible for setting my boundaries and maintaining them. So here goes, next time someone gives unsolicited advice or assistance, this will be my response: I'm fine, thank you for your concern and advice. At this stage I am happy and healthy and have my situation under control and under the watchful eye of relevant health care professionals.
Fuck you very much. Thanks 2014, you've had some highs and some really low lows. On to bigger and better things in 2015.
Wishing everyone a happy new year full of love, peace and most importantly, good health.
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