World Diabetes Day Reflection
What is a task/goal/to-do item you would like to acomplish this week? It can be personal, professionnal, health related or not 🙂
What is your favorite way to redirect your attention/lift your spirits during a bad day/week/month/year?
What was your experience as a caretaker?
Hello everyone, I am pretty new to this app. My experience so far has been insightful and strengthening. Thank you Mighties 💕
My relationship with my dad, in short, has been a complicated one. I believe most girls go through a stage where their dads distance themselves. Mine did this but it was due to a traumatic brain injury. He went from my most favorite person in the world to a person I feared above all others.
I used to be “daddy’s little girl” but then I was “ignorant” “hysterical” “stupid” and a “disappointment”. My brother and I used to hide from him in our rafters in the barn so we wouldn’t have to work. If I was talking while he was on the phone, he would throw the nearest object he could find at me. I swam my fastest race and he told me I should have done it two years prior. I was being a brat and he held me up by the ponytail and screamed at me...the list goes on.
Like I said...he changed.
Now he has extra skeletal osteosarcoma. This is a rare disease and it is slowly killing him. I initially moved away from a job I loved to be at home with he and my mom. Then he got better. It came back. I chose a Masters program close to home instead of traveling away (I liked this school for other reasons too) and he got better again. Overall, his diagnosis has been like a yo-yo.
Now, he no longer has one kidney, is missing part of his left atrium, has had a stroke and has two tumors back in his lungs. I was going to go off to nursing school but deferred to stay again. All the while, I am wondering what I am doing. Why am I doing this for someone who has treated me so horribly. I know why. He is my Dad. Still, I wish the feelings of resentment wouldn’t cross my mind.
The past year, I have also been gaslighted and accused of being a pathological liar. My friends and even family members were convinced by others that I am a liar. This makes it even harder to have someone to explain this all to. People here about my dad dying and then surviving and do not believe me. Or they hear about the past and they think it isn’t true.
My mom and my brother know the truth and I have them to turn to. However, they are of the same mindset. We all have been hurt by my dad in one way or another and we all feel similar about his cancer. “Is this really the end?” “Why can’t be see that God keeps giving him chances?” “What did we do to deserve this?”
My family is not selfish. They are the kindest people you could ever meet. I just want to know if we are alone in feeling this way.
Have any of you ever felt this way? That you hate yourself for resenting the person who is physically suffering? Have you ever tried to squash those feelings inside because you knew they were impure but they rear up anyway? #Caretakers #Cancer #PTSD #MajorDepressiveDisorder #ChildhoodAbuse #Gaslighting #MightyTogether
When Caring For Others Also Car For Yourself #
Advice on cooking for a diabetic?
were having my fiancees mum stay with us. she is diabetic and we have NO clue what were doing. She doesnt take great care of her self and we are the ones who will be doing most of the cooking. Any tips, suggestions? Whats a normal day look like in terms of meals? HELP?!
Therapy goal "Love your caretakers"
Sitting by the Fire on a Starry Night
By Katie Clark
I am looking for the light. What sparks? What ignites?
Too long have I hidden in the dark; fanning your fire.
I too need to burn; burn bright and strong.
I too need to know that who I am counts.
That just me, not what I’ve done for you,
Actually has meaning and worth.
It’s not your fault. I wanted with all my heart to give you my-
But now, I will sit here, staring up at the stars calling out from the blackness. Striking my flint against the steel of my thigh.
My sparks fly out onto the carefully cultivated tinder.
The sparks glimmer and glow orange, going out before I can give it breath.
I strike again, showers of promise shine down on the awaiting fodder. I don’t hesitate, I blow gently, timidly at first, hoping that my fire will burn strong and vibrant.
You come and sit next to me, reminding me of all the oxygen I gave to you to hold. You pass it back to me, and I blow with a giddiness that encircles those embers and brings it to flame.
“I will get you sticks,” you say. I’ve only brought logs, and they’re not ready to ignite.
Your offering brings my fire alight and bright. “Now,” you nudge, “add your first log. I think it’s strong enough.”#MightyPoets #Fibromyalgia #Caretakers