CatherineTheGreat
Member
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2015
- Messages
- 27
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 05/2015
- Country
- US
- State
- WA
So where to begin? I've kind of been stuck in place for a while. Try as I might, I can't seem to get the ball rolling on anything. I don't seem to have anything more than the bare minimum of support of anyone I know, be it family or the few friends I have remaining. The few friends I still have I can't count on for anything. Not to show up to things when we plan. Certainly not for anything above and beyond that, like helping me with, well, anything.
One of my sisters is struggling with what I can only assume is some kind of paranoid anxiety disorder and has branded me as some kind of threat to her existence. She's spouting vicious lies about me to anyone who will listen, which just happens to include about a dozen mutual (former) friends. On the occasions when she deigns to speak to me it's to tell me that she's going to "beat me up" and "break my computer," and to tell me that I'm "weak." Though, if I try to speak one word to her, be it about our pets or the weather or where our our parents are, she'll scream bloody murder. My other sister is too interested in staying on good terms with their social group to defend me and too busy juggling her toxic on-again off-again boyfriends (who have a tendency to go out of there way to insult me) to pay any interest to helping me with -again- anything.
My parents aren't a whole lot of help, either. While they go to great lengths to support my sisters, they've done very little for nearly a year to help me in just about any capacity besides giving me food and a roof. Both of my sisters have cars paid for -gas and all- by my parents. Both have totaled at least one car previously. I've never owned a car. One is going to an expensive private university and the other is at a trade school, both paid predominantly by my parents. When I went to college I had to pay for my own books and tuition. (Which was fortunately free, due to academic achievement.) They're given money for social events with their friends, like movies, restaurants, or alcohol for parties. If I want to see a movie with a friend on the rare occasions when I'm well enough to leave the house then I have to ask my friend to pay for me. (Which, again, generally means I'm not going to see a movie.) These disparities couldn't be due to age or seniority because we're triplets. These factors are pretty soul crushing since I'm not even capable of working due to illness. They'll tell me if I want money that I need to go get disability, but they won't drive me to the DSHS or my local SSO so I can apply.
I've posted before that I've all but given up treating my fibro, and that I'm quite fine with that decision. I still am. However, for nearly a year I've been trying to treat unrelated illnesses and conditions. My jaw is so ****ed up that eating solids or brushing my teeth is as grueling as chewing rocks. My parents won't take me to the dentist, even though I have insurance. I have various lumps that should probably be inspected for cancer, but they won't take me to see a doctor. I had ongoing treatment for something very important I'd prefer not to discuss, but haven't received treatment in over a year because they won't take me to a doctor. And to put things in perspective, yesterday my paranoid sister had a moderate sunburn, and threw a fit, so my parents took her to the emergency department. You read that right, the ER, for a sunburn. That sends the signal to me that if I want something I have to literally throw a temper tantrum. I don't want to throw a temper tantrum. Even if I did I'm skeptical that yet another double standard wouldn't be applied.
I love my father deeply, and he tries to help me sometimes, but at every turn my mother undercuts him, and he isn't willing to cross her decisions. He'll say encouraging things and make promises privately, but if my mom finds out and disagrees he'll back down. I cannot for the life of me understand why. I'm largely responsible for cooking for myself, which means I eat infrequently and unhealthily. I'm largely responsible for maintaining a couple spaces in the house which is painful and takes up a lot of my energy. The result is I live in a mess, and can barely find the capacity to groom myself.
I'm terrified to speak up about any of this to anyone because my parents have already kicked me out before. About a year ago my parents kicked me out because of the aforementioned vicious lies. I ended up moving across the country to a friend, and spending the couple thousand dollars I'd saved up from before fibro trying to make things work. It was only when I was so sick I couldn't stand, so sick I couldn't eat without vomiting, when I was literally dying, begging for my life on the other side of the continent that my parents let me come home. I've spent the last several months healing my body from all of that. My parents are aware of what's going on with my sister but seem unwilling or unable to do anything about it.
To preempt the disbelief I think you might have to what to many must seem like an incredulous story, my therapist (who, shocker, they don't take me to anymore) assured me, after interacting with my parents, that I'm quite sane and it's many of the people around me who are "crazy." So, unless I made that up too, I'm pretty sure what I've said is accurate.
So anyway, if you're wondering why I'm kind of misanthropic, these are just a few reasons why.
One of my sisters is struggling with what I can only assume is some kind of paranoid anxiety disorder and has branded me as some kind of threat to her existence. She's spouting vicious lies about me to anyone who will listen, which just happens to include about a dozen mutual (former) friends. On the occasions when she deigns to speak to me it's to tell me that she's going to "beat me up" and "break my computer," and to tell me that I'm "weak." Though, if I try to speak one word to her, be it about our pets or the weather or where our our parents are, she'll scream bloody murder. My other sister is too interested in staying on good terms with their social group to defend me and too busy juggling her toxic on-again off-again boyfriends (who have a tendency to go out of there way to insult me) to pay any interest to helping me with -again- anything.
My parents aren't a whole lot of help, either. While they go to great lengths to support my sisters, they've done very little for nearly a year to help me in just about any capacity besides giving me food and a roof. Both of my sisters have cars paid for -gas and all- by my parents. Both have totaled at least one car previously. I've never owned a car. One is going to an expensive private university and the other is at a trade school, both paid predominantly by my parents. When I went to college I had to pay for my own books and tuition. (Which was fortunately free, due to academic achievement.) They're given money for social events with their friends, like movies, restaurants, or alcohol for parties. If I want to see a movie with a friend on the rare occasions when I'm well enough to leave the house then I have to ask my friend to pay for me. (Which, again, generally means I'm not going to see a movie.) These disparities couldn't be due to age or seniority because we're triplets. These factors are pretty soul crushing since I'm not even capable of working due to illness. They'll tell me if I want money that I need to go get disability, but they won't drive me to the DSHS or my local SSO so I can apply.
I've posted before that I've all but given up treating my fibro, and that I'm quite fine with that decision. I still am. However, for nearly a year I've been trying to treat unrelated illnesses and conditions. My jaw is so ****ed up that eating solids or brushing my teeth is as grueling as chewing rocks. My parents won't take me to the dentist, even though I have insurance. I have various lumps that should probably be inspected for cancer, but they won't take me to see a doctor. I had ongoing treatment for something very important I'd prefer not to discuss, but haven't received treatment in over a year because they won't take me to a doctor. And to put things in perspective, yesterday my paranoid sister had a moderate sunburn, and threw a fit, so my parents took her to the emergency department. You read that right, the ER, for a sunburn. That sends the signal to me that if I want something I have to literally throw a temper tantrum. I don't want to throw a temper tantrum. Even if I did I'm skeptical that yet another double standard wouldn't be applied.
I love my father deeply, and he tries to help me sometimes, but at every turn my mother undercuts him, and he isn't willing to cross her decisions. He'll say encouraging things and make promises privately, but if my mom finds out and disagrees he'll back down. I cannot for the life of me understand why. I'm largely responsible for cooking for myself, which means I eat infrequently and unhealthily. I'm largely responsible for maintaining a couple spaces in the house which is painful and takes up a lot of my energy. The result is I live in a mess, and can barely find the capacity to groom myself.
I'm terrified to speak up about any of this to anyone because my parents have already kicked me out before. About a year ago my parents kicked me out because of the aforementioned vicious lies. I ended up moving across the country to a friend, and spending the couple thousand dollars I'd saved up from before fibro trying to make things work. It was only when I was so sick I couldn't stand, so sick I couldn't eat without vomiting, when I was literally dying, begging for my life on the other side of the continent that my parents let me come home. I've spent the last several months healing my body from all of that. My parents are aware of what's going on with my sister but seem unwilling or unable to do anything about it.
To preempt the disbelief I think you might have to what to many must seem like an incredulous story, my therapist (who, shocker, they don't take me to anymore) assured me, after interacting with my parents, that I'm quite sane and it's many of the people around me who are "crazy." So, unless I made that up too, I'm pretty sure what I've said is accurate.
So anyway, if you're wondering why I'm kind of misanthropic, these are just a few reasons why.