My mom was diagnosed when I was 6. After the first six months and probably 20 surgeries, she couldn’t talk, feed herself, and she could barely walk. My brothers, my dad and I were caring for her like she was a baby. For a year she was a “vegetable state” and we would then have to change diapers. Those two years were hard on all of us. I don’t think I have ever gotten over the devastation it brought. My mom died two years later when I was 8 right before I started 3rd grade. I was my mom’s “little princess.” My life hasn’t been going to good from there. I am 15 years old now and live in a small Mormon town with only a couple neighbors with my dad and 2 brothers. We are the only non Mormons close by. Just over a year ago we had a family of 6 move in next door to us. They have 2 girls (10 and 12) and 2 boys (6 and 8). At first I wanted nothing to do with the mother. I’ve been that way since my mom passed away.
2007-04-01
08:14:02
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But the more I go over there the more jealous I become of the girls. As I watch their mom I see all of the motherly things in her as I would like to have in a mother. She takes her girls shopping; she sits in the room and talks to them as they clean it. Sometimes I just want her to sit down with me and talk about my mom, but I don’t want to be the one that brings it up, I guess I just want her to figure out that I need to talk to her and have her bring it up. She is very kind to me, and often offers me to go into town with her and her kids while she runs errands, I turn her down, but I don’t know why. Every time I leave their house I end up in my room possibly crying for hours, my dad has no idea that this is going on, he probably thinks I am in my room reading a book.
2007-04-01
08:14:18 ·
update #1
Another thing is that since about fourth grade I have been sleep walking a talking and as people tell me the stories about what I did during the night I realize that maybe the sleep talking/ walking is helping me express myself while I’m asleep. Kind of letting my depression out as I sleep. They say that I will answer any question they ask truthfully. Why is this happening to me and what should I do about it? Do you think the neighbors moving in next door is god’s way of helping me cope with my mom’s death and I’m just pushing the help away sort of rejecting the help? I would really like answers and help. Thanks.
2007-04-01
08:14:31 ·
update #2
She was diagnosed with a brain tumor
2007-04-01
08:38:46 ·
update #3