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Last weekend
I had a short novella typed up about last weekend, and I hit some key and the whole stupid page disappeared. So I'll try the Reader's Digest version:
The shower was AWESOME. She got lots of great things, I saw tons of old friends, and we had a great time.
My mother is CRAZY and my father is just an azz.
I got a migraine coming home from the shower (instant, blinding pain while driving 70 on the highway) and puked all over my car. We were 15 minutes late getting back to my mom's, and they freaked.
My parents took the kids to dinner and told me to "do whatever I needed to do" without offering to help or see if I was ok. They came back 2 1/2 hours later and we left for Goodland.
My son drove to Kansas - thank God for driving-age children. I was incoherent from pain pills at this point.
My parents did nothing but b!tch and moan all day Sunday (I brought the migraine on by eating choc. cake, we got to Goodland too late, we didn't wake up early enough) and instead of helping us move like they offered to, they went shopping instead. They also left at 1 pm, with my son. Yeah, thanks.
We did end up moved, everything was cleaned out and we now are in a fabulous house with lots of boxes to unpack. I have started seeing a therapist, who's #1 suggestion was to stay away from my mother until I'm in a better place emotionally.
Re: Last weekend
Sounds like your new therapist has a good idea, already!
I'm so sorry it was like this... I hope things are feeling like they're better now that you're 'moved in' with boxes...
Sometimes having family help you move isn't a help, but a hinderance. Maybe it was a good thing in disguise?... sorry your folks are how they are. I def count my blessings at times when I go on certain other sites, knowing things could always be worse.
Glad the house is FABULOUS!
This. Definitely this.
Ditto! Glad to hear your new therapist is giving out some good advice! I'm happy you're settled in a great new house!
Redneck's going with me to my next appointment, so he can learn how to help me when I have a panic attack, and how to be supportive during this whole thing. He said "I hope this guy doesn't ask me what I think of your mother, because I will be brutally honest."
The therapist is not a psychiatrist, but I have an appointment coming up with one in the same practice - they rotate to this office, so there's not one here all the time.
Panic attacks are rough! I was plagued with them in college.
I took a workshop that helped me conquer them. Basically it comes down to identifying them as they happen and then talking yourself through them. The number one cause? The fear that you'll have one!
I used to keep a paper bag handy... or I'd breathe into my cupped hands. It helped.
Good luck finding the "cure" that works for you.