"Are You Feeling Okay?"
So this morning my Mom and I went for a walk. Not too unusual. What was unusual is that we actually talked. This happens like twice a year, so I was bewildered, haha.
At some point, after a lull, she dropped THE question again. I immediately asked "Why has this been such a concern lately? You've asked me this every day!"
She said there was no reason, but again asked if I *was* having any problems with eating or anything else and I said a definitive no. She said she was just making sure, and that she was not thinking so much about "the eating stuff" but about some of the physical problems I was having many months ago (notably, dizziness and a persistant pain/pressure in my right side). I said that that was fine now too and then that was it. End of topic.
My Mom can be very weird when approaching tough subjects, but I *do* think she cares and because she really does just want to make sure I'm alright. I find it slightly annoying (the daily questioning) but I guess it's the only thing she feels she can do. Like I've said many times, my parents and I do not generally talk about anything, nevermind my issues. We have only talked frankly about my ED twice. . .the other things I've been through, not at all. It's not a very comfortable situation for any of us, understandably.
I'm not sure if they feel as though they have failed me somehow. Certainly they questioned *why* I was resorting to self-destructive behaviors but I couldnt give them a straight answer. Even nowadays, it's hard to say why I have done/continue to do these things. There's no easy, clear cut answer.
They DID put a lot of pressure on me to know exactly what I was doing major/career-wise once I got to college. I spent my first years of college bouncing around from major to major (and even transferring to a different, more specialized school) because of this, once my original plans fell through. I felt like I couldn't ask to take some time off and figure things out without looking like a total failure in their eyes. But I don't think that's completely their fault. I *could* have said something.
I thought I had more to write on this subject, but I guess I don't.
I'm sad because I bought one of those dancing things from Newbury Comics tonight and it's not moving! v_v Hopefully we have the batteries I need at Brooks cuz I think the ones it came with are very near dead (it *will* dance when I push the button, but not at all otherwise). If not, I'm taking the guy back and I'll get one of the sunshine buddies instead. :p
And Matt, if you have not read this since the Boston entries, good luck with catching up (haha). Hope the move is going/has gone well!
At some point, after a lull, she dropped THE question again. I immediately asked "Why has this been such a concern lately? You've asked me this every day!"
She said there was no reason, but again asked if I *was* having any problems with eating or anything else and I said a definitive no. She said she was just making sure, and that she was not thinking so much about "the eating stuff" but about some of the physical problems I was having many months ago (notably, dizziness and a persistant pain/pressure in my right side). I said that that was fine now too and then that was it. End of topic.
My Mom can be very weird when approaching tough subjects, but I *do* think she cares and because she really does just want to make sure I'm alright. I find it slightly annoying (the daily questioning) but I guess it's the only thing she feels she can do. Like I've said many times, my parents and I do not generally talk about anything, nevermind my issues. We have only talked frankly about my ED twice. . .the other things I've been through, not at all. It's not a very comfortable situation for any of us, understandably.
I'm not sure if they feel as though they have failed me somehow. Certainly they questioned *why* I was resorting to self-destructive behaviors but I couldnt give them a straight answer. Even nowadays, it's hard to say why I have done/continue to do these things. There's no easy, clear cut answer.
They DID put a lot of pressure on me to know exactly what I was doing major/career-wise once I got to college. I spent my first years of college bouncing around from major to major (and even transferring to a different, more specialized school) because of this, once my original plans fell through. I felt like I couldn't ask to take some time off and figure things out without looking like a total failure in their eyes. But I don't think that's completely their fault. I *could* have said something.
I thought I had more to write on this subject, but I guess I don't.
I'm sad because I bought one of those dancing things from Newbury Comics tonight and it's not moving! v_v Hopefully we have the batteries I need at Brooks cuz I think the ones it came with are very near dead (it *will* dance when I push the button, but not at all otherwise). If not, I'm taking the guy back and I'll get one of the sunshine buddies instead. :p
And Matt, if you have not read this since the Boston entries, good luck with catching up (haha). Hope the move is going/has gone well!
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Funny you mentioned me... I *did* just start reading all of the entries now!!! I read for a good 45 minutes (with several short breaks to watch Spider-Man 2).
I was smart, however... I actually went a few days ago and saved all of your latest entries so I wouldn't have to finally figure out how to read archived entries on this damn system! So I finished with those, and this was one of about three even more entries you wrote since I saved the entries!
Ok, that was long winded...
I'm tired.
Unpacking is going well, but we STILL haven't put our clothes in the closet(s), and we haven't set up much of the electronics yet.
Glad Boston was good. I'll start writing entries in my own diary again starting this weekend, and I'll try to figure out where the hell that entry I wrote went!
Let Rich know I'm still interested in Six Flags one of these weekends. Maybe over Labor Day Weekend?
-Matt
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