Hey guys. This is gonna be a long post so feel free to skip to the end if need be. XD
As everyone for sure by now knows, my dad has recently developed stomach cancer. With that comes a lot of emotions all toppled on each other, and the annoyance of possible emotional unhealthiness that can come with it. There is basically trying to be more positive, but under everything being really worried and raw underneath. The hard thing is that you can think you're fine, then all the sudden kinda lose it.
Sadly I had one of those moments today. Dad is the person who usually took care of everything in the house as far as cleaning, general maintenance, ect. He is always very proactive. My mother and inherently also myself, are not. This frustrates my dad to no end, and fills him with what he's referred to as a sort of despair that things won't get done with us.
Fast forward to today: I did my usual thing of lollygagging, partly because I have a horrible cold and am trying to trick myself into drinking a ton of water by sitting at the computer with a glass, and perpetually drinking out of it. Of course that meant I wasn't doing chores I could be doing, and dad got very frustrated. He didn't throw any kind of harsh words or anything, but he did say "You said you were going to be proactive, and you're not."
This set me off into a silent crying spell for a few hours while hiding under a surgical mask. (We've been wearing those while around him since we've been sick, both my mother, sister, and I have all gotten it.) Sadly it wasn't the fact I had to do things although it may have been at first. I tend to tie everything to my self worth, and dad tends to be the sort of person where if he knows himself to be in the right, he most likely won't comfort the person whom he's spoken to even if they're visually upset. I know I was in the wrong. But I still cried. I'm still crying a little bit.
It brought up a huge amount of things like how I should be ashamed of myself for making him take care of us when we should be taking care of him, that he shouldn't have to worry about these things, and that opened up the whole can of other fears and worries and emotional issues that I didn't realize I was having.
I guess the final thing is: please pray I keep a brave face for dad, and am emotionally healthy, even if it's not what makes me feel the best at the moment.
As everyone for sure by now knows, my dad has recently developed stomach cancer. With that comes a lot of emotions all toppled on each other, and the annoyance of possible emotional unhealthiness that can come with it. There is basically trying to be more positive, but under everything being really worried and raw underneath. The hard thing is that you can think you're fine, then all the sudden kinda lose it.
Sadly I had one of those moments today. Dad is the person who usually took care of everything in the house as far as cleaning, general maintenance, ect. He is always very proactive. My mother and inherently also myself, are not. This frustrates my dad to no end, and fills him with what he's referred to as a sort of despair that things won't get done with us.
Fast forward to today: I did my usual thing of lollygagging, partly because I have a horrible cold and am trying to trick myself into drinking a ton of water by sitting at the computer with a glass, and perpetually drinking out of it. Of course that meant I wasn't doing chores I could be doing, and dad got very frustrated. He didn't throw any kind of harsh words or anything, but he did say "You said you were going to be proactive, and you're not."
This set me off into a silent crying spell for a few hours while hiding under a surgical mask. (We've been wearing those while around him since we've been sick, both my mother, sister, and I have all gotten it.) Sadly it wasn't the fact I had to do things although it may have been at first. I tend to tie everything to my self worth, and dad tends to be the sort of person where if he knows himself to be in the right, he most likely won't comfort the person whom he's spoken to even if they're visually upset. I know I was in the wrong. But I still cried. I'm still crying a little bit.
It brought up a huge amount of things like how I should be ashamed of myself for making him take care of us when we should be taking care of him, that he shouldn't have to worry about these things, and that opened up the whole can of other fears and worries and emotional issues that I didn't realize I was having.
I guess the final thing is: please pray I keep a brave face for dad, and am emotionally healthy, even if it's not what makes me feel the best at the moment.