I’m 28 years old, battling an agressive pre-cancerous condition, need another surgery next month. I also am jobless and live with my mother. I try to be her caregiver as best as I can because she has multiple disabilities and is on oxygen (yet she refuses to stop smoking). She makes every day a stressful, living hell. She wakes up yelling, yells all day, complains about everything, says I should be grateful that I’m not changing her diapers yet. She’s tried to choke me with her oxygen wires, pours hot coffee on my feet, and has threatened to hit me over the head with one of her metal oxygen tanks. She pulls my hair. And she acts so helpless (can’t even make herself a bowl of soup) yet she has the energy to hurt me. Maybe living with her is making me have my anxiety disorder and depression. I just don’t know how to leave and I don’t have any money. She tells me she’s going to report me to adult protective services for not making her a drink a few days after my first surgery and she actually called the police on me for that reason. Sometimes, I think I’d be better off in prison- it’d be like a vacation.
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Do you have CIN or pre cervical cancer? Look this situation is toxic and you are miserable, i think you need to look into disability aged care homes for her and see what is available under government funding. If you have zero options and have to keep suporting her then let an authority know she is having major behavioural problems and may be developing dementia amongst her health issues and that she abuses you, then they have on record. And then tell her if she abuses you again you will not help her. Set boundaries. Say no and go for a walk when she gets bad. Yell at her and say you cant treat people like that and you have your own health issues. Absplutely refuse to do anything til she behaves.
No, it’s uterine EIN. I’m depressed about that too, thinking I may have to have my uterus removed. I’ve always wanted children and that is more upsetting to me than the possible progression to cancer.
I take pictures of my injuries and document these episodes in emails with a family member. If I set boundaries, she gets angrier and hurts me more. I need to get out before I lose my mind. Then she’ll start breaking my belongings. As soon as my next surgery is over, I’m getting a job, maybe through a community organization to start and move out.
I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me ❤ wishing you all the best.