Escape of the inner bitch

Thursday, August 1, 2013 Permalink

As regular readers would be aware, my moods have been a bit screwy of late.

When I’m grumpy or stressed I simmer. I rarely erupt – overtly anyway. Mostly my rage is turned within and I retreat and binge eat.

The simmer is my broken window… it’s a warning sign that things are going / about to go awry.

I’m currently staying with my mother who had a hip replacement three weeks ago. She had a week in hospital so we planned that I’d mostly stay at my place and travel the 40km to her place / the hospital on a daily basis to visit. But… she wasn’t as well as expected and I started to struggle traveling between the two locations: attempting to keep up my commitments and be on hand for mum in hospital. After starting to get angsty (grumpy and bitchy) I made the call to just stay put at her place and my stress receded. A lot.

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My mum can’t actually walk for another three-four weeks. She’s on crutches so can’t bend over (or dress herself etc).

I don’t think I’m naturally a nurturing / caring person but I’ve been trying to be very patient  and kind – with mum and her many visitors – but I’ve had my moments. This time last week everything was pissing me off. I was grumpy. I couldn’t settle. I retreated into myself and was wound so tightly I was ready to blow at any moment.

I’d had a couple of short breaks – gone walking or grocery shopping when she had visitors but had tried to ensure she always had someone around lest she drop a crutch or fall.

But a week ago a friend arrived to take me out. Mum was more than happy to fend for herself for a few hours. And when I arrived home (after a business networking function and dinner) and found mum unscathed I was relieved. As was she. Her confidence had grown. The following morning she got herself out of bed and made her own breakfast.

And as she realised she was increasingly mobile and again more independent, she decided she was well enough to allow me to have the occasional day or night at (my) home.

When she first suggested I have some time at my place I felt  guilty as I suspected my need for a break was way too obvious. I berated myself for being such a bitch and not being more tolerant. “Why oh why, was I not naturally a sweet person,” I wondered?

However, after observing her with her friends and getting about I realised that it’s not just the escape of my inner bitch that led to her suggestion. In fact, I understood that she was as as keen (as I) for her space and independence.

Still…  I worry it’s not normal to feel so antsy. It’s not like I’m uncomfortable at mum’s as her place is also kinda ‘my’ place. It’s my childhood home. And Mum and I are close… so it’s really not a chore to be here. I can only think my stress and inability to cope is seriously because I am a bit of a self-centred bitch and WAY too accustomed to being alone.

Are you a simmerer? Do you erupt?
Have you had to be away from home for any length of time? (That didn’t involve a holiday!)

  • Jo Tracey
    August 1, 2013

    I’m explosive at the moment- it’s a real simmering leave me alone/I’m lonely type of energy. Major storm warnings. Looking forward to 8 hours in economy class next Sunday just for some me time. Now, that’s sad.

    • Debbish
      August 1, 2013

      Behind in my blog reading. Where are you off to?

      But… I’m glad it’s not just me who simmers….


  • Char
    August 1, 2013

    If you ask me you’re perfectly normal. I know that normal is a spectrum. I like my space and time alone – and having a family doesn’t always fit well with that need. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve had girlfriends that stay here all day and a husband that’s been off work with a bad back and I’m just hanging out to get some alone time so I don’t need to kill anyone.

    • Debbish
      August 1, 2013

      Oh, I can imagine… constant visitors can be stressful. I suspect part of my problem is the being-alone thing. I’ve basically lived alone since 1991 (other than in the Embassy in East Timor for 16mths – aka “The Group House from Hell”), so it’s weird to be around people all of the time. Mum’s also been living alone since dad’s passing nearly 2yrs ago so she’s probably now used to her own space as well!

  • Jess
    August 1, 2013

    Taking care of someone else no matter how much you love them is draining. You have to go at their speed and you lose all your own focus and attention to priorities etc. Good to hear your mum is on the mend and feeling more independent!!

    • Debbish
      August 1, 2013

      Hi Jess and you’re right. That is part of it. I also realised that we’re also both used to being masters of our own domain – something I guess happens to ‘kids’ as they grow up! (And yes, I mean this 45yr old kid!!!)

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