I don't tell my parents about anything infectuous I may catch, because I don't want Mom coming over to nursemaid me and then taking germs back to Dad with his weak immune system and weird reactions to antibiotics. But injuries and anything requiring a specific visit to a doctor I'm quick to share, as quid pro quo of not finding out about hospital visits on their parts a week after the fact. I think I have finally driven home to them that major health issues for either of them are more important than whatever I'm doing at work at the moment.
Mom once waited until after 6pm to ask me to take her to the cardiac unit for chest pains bcause she "didn't want to bother me at work." I had to remind myself that wringing her neck would be counterproductive in a situation involving concerns about her health.
Lee, I hope your mom is doing better.
Three days before my mom went into ICU, she had been in the hospital about the symptoms she was having. She decided she was fine, and convinced the staff and my dad to let her go home. She also forbade dad to tell me, because she didn't want to worry me.
... yeah, I still have some unresolved anger about that. I think I always will. And I would give anything in the world to be able to have her back and tell her how angry I am.
Oh Jilli, I'm so sorry. I know the feeling, there are things I am still mad at my dad about although I no longer really feel the heat of the anger anymore.
I haven't told my mom about the Celexa prescription, first because it would make her worry, but also because that way she doesn't treat me different, so that I can get a good read on how it changes my reactions to her.
I never told my mom anything but happy news unless I absolutely had to tell her. She didn't handle bad news well.
I never told my mom anything but happy news unless I absolutely had to tell her.
Me too. I get my "catastrophizing" from my mom, so if I am having a bad day and work, and thinking "Wow, I hope things get better, because I could get reprimanded!" and I tell my mom-- she will respond "You will lose your job! And then not be able to pay rent! What are you going to do!?!?!"
My Mom is helpful to a fault, so I pretty much only tell her about ongoing issues when I'm actively seeking advice. We're very close and have a good relationship, but she's not a useful person to vent to because she always wants to fix things.
(Ok, I also didn't tell her I had pneumonia last week, but that's just because I'm lazy and haven't called her yet. If I'd had a chest x-ray or something I would have told her.)
Three cats, huddled on a tall cat tree, watching in rapt trepidation as the growling garbage truck tosses our garbage bin around. They amuse me.
Jessica's mom is my mom, especially when it comes to the children. I have to be all sweetness and light with her, or she tries to fix things, and her method of fixing things is basically to tell me in detail all the things I am doing wrong. I only lie by omission, and of course I would tell her if somebody was hospitalized.
