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I had to call 911 for my dad yesterday. He's 86 and riddled with past health issues. Long story short. I've cocooned him in my home for over a year, taking the precautionary measures of making sure we did not bring anything to him. It is very hard to do this as we all know that Viruses do not discriminate and literally keeping him in the house is not fun for anyone but that was the decision I made to keep him safe without killing my brain overthinking. I'm his caretaker. I wipe his ass. He's been doing amazing but yesterday he went catatonic on me for one second too long in my book. His BP was low and heart rate was low. I had to make a decision of one sending him to the hospital where his immune system would be compromised with all sorts of crap not just COVID-19 and 2, whether or not to give him a blood transfusion. Pre-covid. Never a second thought. Do it. My flashback was me losing my twins. The decision was to save my life or save my babies. Trauma is trauma no matter what you've been through, if it affected or altered your life, no matter how you perceive it, it's Trauma You can push it away, sweep it under the rug, roll back the tears and fears... It never goes away. This post is for all of us. Life doesn't stop. It's a shit ass journey, relying on you to be the one to take control of the direction. Sometimes the direction is unavoidable however, the power of how you want to take that direction is on you and only You. Never regret the decisions. I have a crazy disorder, my daughter is recovering from severe anorexia, I care take my dad, and I have a narasstic X that just makes me smile and feel sorry for him. This is a community of people with disorders that bond people with commonality, sincerity, empathy, sympathy and essentially love. Know you are not alone and if you need a hug ask for it. Damn I need a hug. 🤗... Be safe. Be kind and give love, we all need it. ❤️