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Oy PC. I'm going stomp on any instinct I have to give advice. I'll just say you have a right to live your life your way, and a right not to take unlimited crap about that.
Don't know if you like Billy Joel at all - maybe too old people's music for you, but:
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She doesn't seem to have any constructive suggestions at all, does she? "Stop being so mean" isn't really much to go on. She's venting. She's feels caught in the middle and like she has to take a stand. Probably not a lot you can say to her.
You're 19. You've probably got about four years until they start shopping you around.
You're a nicer person than I am, however, Sunil or that would be your entire reply.
I went to the doctor tonight too. I also do not have pneumonia. But I also didn`t get any magic pills. I told the doc I hadn`t come in earlier cause I figured it was viral and there wasn`t anything anyone could do and he laughed and said, yeah that`s probably still the case. So gut it out, is basically what he said. Sucks. SO is remote boat shopping for me in the morning and I guess I`ll cancel lessons on Sat. in an attempt to be well enough by the time the group gets in Sun. Blarg. I don`t want to do any of this. I had been up but I spent all today in bed. I just can`t shake this.
At this point I can't help thinking that everything is all my fault, I am clearly in the wrong, and I should just go crawling back and do everything my parents say for now and eternity. I have no rights. Not to life, not to liberty, not to the pursuit of anything.
Health~ma for Liese and Jilli.
P-C, as much as there's always another side to the story, that e-mail makes your sister sound very much like the unreasonable one, not you.
At this point I can't help thinking that everything is all my fault, I am clearly in the wrong, and I should just go crawling back and do everything my parents say for now and eternity.
I'm pretty sure it is not your fault your younger sister has learned how to be a master manipulator. I'm pretty sure I know whose fault that is, but it's not yours. What she did by emailing you that load of crap is not evidence that you are wrong, but evidence that you need to stay the course. I'm sorry that this process sucks so much, and that it hurts so much.
You're 19. You've probably got about four years until they start shopping you around.
Great comment, says my little brother, who, thank God, is on my side as expected. I don't know what I'd do if he defected too.
P-C, if she's still living at home, you can bet she's catching byblow from all the ranting and crying and breast-beating going on there. Living in a pressure cooker, you feel some of the heat, whether you caused it or not, and you want it to stop.
It doesn't mean you're wrong. I'd send her the comment too. If she ever gets to a point where she's actually listening to you, you might tell her you're desperately trying to treat your parents like adults, by telling them the truth, not pretending to agree with them and then deceiving them. Being honest is the adult thing to do. But if they're incapable of accepting honesty, then is it her advice to treat them like children and lie to them to spare their feelings?
That isn't respect, it isn't love. Be strong, choose honesty, to them, and to yourself.
Windsparrow, how and why did you get kicked. Do you need the goon squad?
Windsparrow, how and why did you get kicked. Do you need the goon squad?
Part of the job, as a caregiver for developmentally disabled adults. We are trained in how to deal, not only to protect ourselves, but also other residents, as well as the one(s) who have violent behavior. Aside from the residual bruising and soreness from engaging in what amounts to a wrestling match, I feel ok. Emotionally, the effects are not the same as being assaulted or abused. A little wine, a little venting, and I'm ready to go back to work tomorrow.
It's days like this, that keep me from feeling an ounce of guilt about the number of hours that I spend getting paid to read a book or watch tv.