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Right off the cuff I want to identify that this post is about building the strength to separate yourself from your own family, like when you block people on social media. Sometimes your family is the most toxic group of people you're ever going to meet, and you'll never know it because TV and media teaches you to excuse this behavior from family.
I grew up with the learning that family is the exception to everything and that you are somehow under some obligation to swallow all of the toxicity that they can humanly dole out. And we see it on TV, movies, books, comics, plays, and quite literally any other medium of entertainment where the family is portrayed. And just like any OTHER concept portrayed in mediums of entertainment (such as magic, superpowers, the occult, supernatural, etc), its all a load of made up mess. You are under absolutely ZERO obligation to suffer the toxicity of your own family. They are not exempt from being bad people, and often, they ARE the bad people in your life. And you are not exempt from the wear and tear of dealing with such people. You, just like everybody else, deserve to rest, eat well, have peace, enjoy life, enjoy friendship, enjoy quiet time, enjoy alone time, enjoy companionship if you wish it.
USING MYSELF AS THE EXAMPLE FOR THIS POST
In my culture, its drilled into your head from a young age that you ARE the retirement plan for your parents/elders when they get sick and old. And while that is a nice notion and ¨noble" and all of that, its cruel, its terrible, and its a selfish thing to want for your children. Every family has one: The ¨family concierge¨. The ¨concierge¨ is the ONE (seemingly) person in the family who knows anything about anything- finances, legal matters, healthcare, insurance, working, finances, finances, finances. The concierge is a driver, handyman/woman, spiritual advisor, financial advisor, psychiatrist, psychologist, home health aid, chef/cook, time traveler, etc. Its not that we know how/can do all these things... its that the rest of the family is so toxic that once a ¨concierge¨ is identified, that is it- you'll be left to do absolutely everything - whether you can do it or not. No one will help you lift a finger to save your life. And its all out of ¨love¨... because you're just trying to do the ¨right thing¨ by taking care of your people. And its all based on nothing more than some toxic fake moral code that we are force fed throughout our lives. I am my family's concierge.
MY ADVICE
For younger people who may be reading this who can maybe already identify that you're the sibling who always has to translate things for your parents, or somehow YOU are the one who always has to go to Dr appointments with them. That´s really great of you that you have the heart to want to help your family. But please... PLEASE start thinking about what this means for your future. I never thought about my future. Help is like a drug- people can also get used to it- and even addicted to it. Because help isn't always just finding that difficult problem out with somebody-- sometimes, it can make that person feel good. It makes them feel good to the point where they get used to it. They may want more. More help. More help. More help. MORE. Until eventually your help eventually changes to your responsibility. Then the toxic behaviors don´t hide themselves anymore. Suddenly, the day you try to put yourself first is the day they will make some innocuous mention of your being selfish- it doesn't matter how many years of dedication you've put into your family. They will be used it by then. And suddenly, your life will not matter to anyone but yourself. You'll stop taking care of yourself. You'll stop going to the gym. You'll stop eating well, you'll stop visiting friends. Then you'll stop having friends altogether. You'll stop dressing normally. You'll stop having an identity.. period. You will, in essence, be nothing more than a human extra life (like from a video game) to those around you.
If you want to really help someone, teach them to help themselves. Then if that doesn't take, its not ¨on you¨ anymore. Just be ok with walking away. Life is hard- and its GOING to be hard for anyone who as to live it- AKA anyone who exists. This also means your family. They are not exempt from life.
WHERE I CURRENTLY AM
I am in a place of heavy frustration in my life. Although I will say that will the benefit and experience from hindsight, my frustration is more controlled because I can also use the hindsight I possess to see that this has been my entire adult life. I just had my 37th birthday the other day. I spent it in a physical rehabilitation center with my mother who had a stroke last month. And as I expected, she is lazing her way through the whole ordeal. I dont want anyone reading this to think that Im calling a stroke victim lazy. Im a calling the person who has to go through the recovery lazy. Because I knew the person before the person became a stroke victim. We are currently back home. arrangements had to be made to get her back home. A wheelchair ramp had to be built. The furniture had to be sold to make room for hospital equipment. The hospital equipment was an ordeal itself to arrange.
While in the rehab center, she didn't participate. Didn't do her therapies. Constantly talked trash on the nurses (so the stroke didn't impact the toxic part of her brain). She gossiped about the staff. She talked down to the staff who couldn't speak her language. All in all- nothing to do w the stroke. This is who she was before the stroke- but now she just cant move and must rely on the kindness of the world to eat and clean her when she is incontinent.
When she sleeps, I look at her and I dont feel bad in the sense that Im sad this is happening. I feel frustrated like when you tell a little kid to not go on a rollercoaster after eating a ton of candy. Youre just annoyed that they didnt listen and now you have to clean up a mess. Well this is like that. She had a stroke due to high blood pressure. And instead of feeling sad I see her in this condition, I can remember all the times I did my job by making sure shes eating well, and getting rest, and using her sleep apnea machine. I check to make sure shes just not shoveling crap into her body like she always does.
¨Ma, you cant just live off butter a mayonaise and crackers¨
Her while laughing: ¨Oh, you know thats what I like to eat¨
¨Ma, please put on your apnea mask when you sleep at night. If something goes wrong with you, no one is going to life a finger to help me take care of you¨
Her while laughing: ¨Im indestructible¨
So please understand why I dont feel pity when I watch her suffer through the pains of a stroke. Because nothing that is happening is nothing that I haven't warned her about or tried to prevent through the sheer will of my intervention. I am just watching a child throw up after getting on a roller coaster after eating a ton of salty candy. The most infuriating thing to me is that it was done with the knowledge that I would be here to help.
WHAT ITS COSTING ME
To begin with, this is all costing me my peace. Not in a way where Im upset because this isn't my first rodeo and by this point Im just emotionally numb to anything. But losing your peace of mind is something that can happen to you no matter how dead your emotional nerves are.
A few months ago I met an amazing woman who I hit it off very well with. She is a brilliant woman who always has plenty to talk about and she is a doctor. We go out and have a great time and laugh and eat a really nice restaurants. And she shows genuine interest in my career and likes the kinds of movies and TV shows that I introduce her to. She spends the night at my apartment and we have amazing times together. And im going to lose her. The entire ordeal Im currently going through is not a foreign concept to me. Like I said, this isn't my first rodeo. There are times where I've had to cancel our meet ups and dates and sleepovers because of what Im currently experiencing. She´ll eventually lose interest because I am constantly physically exhausted, mentally drained, and emotionally numb. Many of the times when we talk, I have to act like I am present because it is the only thing that I can do to even feign a sense of not being totally drained and exhausted. At times, I cant even be intimate with her out of pure stress that im experiencing or overall physical tiredness.
Ive been here before with relationships in the past. They all eventually leave because I am too invested in taking care of my family. There have been 3 separate times in my life where a woman has wanted to marry me and eventually back off. Ive missed out on opportunities to travel and see the world. This is just a different kind of slavery.
I have two siblings and they never show their faces. They only appear when they need something from my parents. I have been labeled as angry and bitter for having written them off. Thats another thing about conciergehood- the concierge is always the villain, the bad cop, the ¨bad parent¨. No one will ever say ¨hey, Waldo is really tired and no one has been helping him¨.
Just dont do it. Your family can be addicted to help just like a drug and they dont care if your life itself is the price for the next ¨fix¨.
I grew up with the learning that family is the exception to everything and that you are somehow under some obligation to swallow all of the toxicity that they can humanly dole out. And we see it on TV, movies, books, comics, plays, and quite literally any other medium of entertainment where the family is portrayed. And just like any OTHER concept portrayed in mediums of entertainment (such as magic, superpowers, the occult, supernatural, etc), its all a load of made up mess. You are under absolutely ZERO obligation to suffer the toxicity of your own family. They are not exempt from being bad people, and often, they ARE the bad people in your life. And you are not exempt from the wear and tear of dealing with such people. You, just like everybody else, deserve to rest, eat well, have peace, enjoy life, enjoy friendship, enjoy quiet time, enjoy alone time, enjoy companionship if you wish it.
USING MYSELF AS THE EXAMPLE FOR THIS POST
In my culture, its drilled into your head from a young age that you ARE the retirement plan for your parents/elders when they get sick and old. And while that is a nice notion and ¨noble" and all of that, its cruel, its terrible, and its a selfish thing to want for your children. Every family has one: The ¨family concierge¨. The ¨concierge¨ is the ONE (seemingly) person in the family who knows anything about anything- finances, legal matters, healthcare, insurance, working, finances, finances, finances. The concierge is a driver, handyman/woman, spiritual advisor, financial advisor, psychiatrist, psychologist, home health aid, chef/cook, time traveler, etc. Its not that we know how/can do all these things... its that the rest of the family is so toxic that once a ¨concierge¨ is identified, that is it- you'll be left to do absolutely everything - whether you can do it or not. No one will help you lift a finger to save your life. And its all out of ¨love¨... because you're just trying to do the ¨right thing¨ by taking care of your people. And its all based on nothing more than some toxic fake moral code that we are force fed throughout our lives. I am my family's concierge.
MY ADVICE
For younger people who may be reading this who can maybe already identify that you're the sibling who always has to translate things for your parents, or somehow YOU are the one who always has to go to Dr appointments with them. That´s really great of you that you have the heart to want to help your family. But please... PLEASE start thinking about what this means for your future. I never thought about my future. Help is like a drug- people can also get used to it- and even addicted to it. Because help isn't always just finding that difficult problem out with somebody-- sometimes, it can make that person feel good. It makes them feel good to the point where they get used to it. They may want more. More help. More help. More help. MORE. Until eventually your help eventually changes to your responsibility. Then the toxic behaviors don´t hide themselves anymore. Suddenly, the day you try to put yourself first is the day they will make some innocuous mention of your being selfish- it doesn't matter how many years of dedication you've put into your family. They will be used it by then. And suddenly, your life will not matter to anyone but yourself. You'll stop taking care of yourself. You'll stop going to the gym. You'll stop eating well, you'll stop visiting friends. Then you'll stop having friends altogether. You'll stop dressing normally. You'll stop having an identity.. period. You will, in essence, be nothing more than a human extra life (like from a video game) to those around you.
If you want to really help someone, teach them to help themselves. Then if that doesn't take, its not ¨on you¨ anymore. Just be ok with walking away. Life is hard- and its GOING to be hard for anyone who as to live it- AKA anyone who exists. This also means your family. They are not exempt from life.
WHERE I CURRENTLY AM
I am in a place of heavy frustration in my life. Although I will say that will the benefit and experience from hindsight, my frustration is more controlled because I can also use the hindsight I possess to see that this has been my entire adult life. I just had my 37th birthday the other day. I spent it in a physical rehabilitation center with my mother who had a stroke last month. And as I expected, she is lazing her way through the whole ordeal. I dont want anyone reading this to think that Im calling a stroke victim lazy. Im a calling the person who has to go through the recovery lazy. Because I knew the person before the person became a stroke victim. We are currently back home. arrangements had to be made to get her back home. A wheelchair ramp had to be built. The furniture had to be sold to make room for hospital equipment. The hospital equipment was an ordeal itself to arrange.
While in the rehab center, she didn't participate. Didn't do her therapies. Constantly talked trash on the nurses (so the stroke didn't impact the toxic part of her brain). She gossiped about the staff. She talked down to the staff who couldn't speak her language. All in all- nothing to do w the stroke. This is who she was before the stroke- but now she just cant move and must rely on the kindness of the world to eat and clean her when she is incontinent.
When she sleeps, I look at her and I dont feel bad in the sense that Im sad this is happening. I feel frustrated like when you tell a little kid to not go on a rollercoaster after eating a ton of candy. Youre just annoyed that they didnt listen and now you have to clean up a mess. Well this is like that. She had a stroke due to high blood pressure. And instead of feeling sad I see her in this condition, I can remember all the times I did my job by making sure shes eating well, and getting rest, and using her sleep apnea machine. I check to make sure shes just not shoveling crap into her body like she always does.
¨Ma, you cant just live off butter a mayonaise and crackers¨
Her while laughing: ¨Oh, you know thats what I like to eat¨
¨Ma, please put on your apnea mask when you sleep at night. If something goes wrong with you, no one is going to life a finger to help me take care of you¨
Her while laughing: ¨Im indestructible¨
So please understand why I dont feel pity when I watch her suffer through the pains of a stroke. Because nothing that is happening is nothing that I haven't warned her about or tried to prevent through the sheer will of my intervention. I am just watching a child throw up after getting on a roller coaster after eating a ton of salty candy. The most infuriating thing to me is that it was done with the knowledge that I would be here to help.
WHAT ITS COSTING ME
To begin with, this is all costing me my peace. Not in a way where Im upset because this isn't my first rodeo and by this point Im just emotionally numb to anything. But losing your peace of mind is something that can happen to you no matter how dead your emotional nerves are.
A few months ago I met an amazing woman who I hit it off very well with. She is a brilliant woman who always has plenty to talk about and she is a doctor. We go out and have a great time and laugh and eat a really nice restaurants. And she shows genuine interest in my career and likes the kinds of movies and TV shows that I introduce her to. She spends the night at my apartment and we have amazing times together. And im going to lose her. The entire ordeal Im currently going through is not a foreign concept to me. Like I said, this isn't my first rodeo. There are times where I've had to cancel our meet ups and dates and sleepovers because of what Im currently experiencing. She´ll eventually lose interest because I am constantly physically exhausted, mentally drained, and emotionally numb. Many of the times when we talk, I have to act like I am present because it is the only thing that I can do to even feign a sense of not being totally drained and exhausted. At times, I cant even be intimate with her out of pure stress that im experiencing or overall physical tiredness.
Ive been here before with relationships in the past. They all eventually leave because I am too invested in taking care of my family. There have been 3 separate times in my life where a woman has wanted to marry me and eventually back off. Ive missed out on opportunities to travel and see the world. This is just a different kind of slavery.
I have two siblings and they never show their faces. They only appear when they need something from my parents. I have been labeled as angry and bitter for having written them off. Thats another thing about conciergehood- the concierge is always the villain, the bad cop, the ¨bad parent¨. No one will ever say ¨hey, Waldo is really tired and no one has been helping him¨.
Just dont do it. Your family can be addicted to help just like a drug and they dont care if your life itself is the price for the next ¨fix¨.