This is something I have such a problem with. I always have but never knew why before my diagnosis. But my brother especially. He lives in Arizona and has even offered to pay for my ticket to fly out and visit him and his wife. I'm not even comfortable around them in my own setting.
But when I have to stay with someone (even one of my kids) it's soooo hard. They don't have the kinds of food on hand that I eat. They watch things on tv that I have no interest in. I don't feel free enough to even walk across the room to get something to drink. I even have a hard time making myself move enough to get up and go to the bathroom. My younger son has a tendency to stand at his counter when I stop by and talk so I don't feel free to sit and my back hurts so bad by the time I leave. Any other person's home I feel like I'm in prison having to go by their schedule and their whatever. And I never know how to leave.
I have spent a week with my daughters after they've had a baby and I help. I'm not comfortable but I do it for them. When I was living in Ga and knew it'd be a month before I got back it was really hard to say goodbye. I start getting tearful just thinking about having to leave them and when I got to that point it wasn't going to go away so I'd just have to go ahead and leave. I preferred leaving before anyone got up and then spend the following week at home crying about it.
But as hard as it always was and is leaving my kids, it's hard staying with them. They want me there and make sure I know how appreciated I am, but I just can't get comfortable. I hate that about myself.
But when I have to stay with someone (even one of my kids) it's soooo hard. They don't have the kinds of food on hand that I eat. They watch things on tv that I have no interest in. I don't feel free enough to even walk across the room to get something to drink. I even have a hard time making myself move enough to get up and go to the bathroom. My younger son has a tendency to stand at his counter when I stop by and talk so I don't feel free to sit and my back hurts so bad by the time I leave. Any other person's home I feel like I'm in prison having to go by their schedule and their whatever. And I never know how to leave.
I have spent a week with my daughters after they've had a baby and I help. I'm not comfortable but I do it for them. When I was living in Ga and knew it'd be a month before I got back it was really hard to say goodbye. I start getting tearful just thinking about having to leave them and when I got to that point it wasn't going to go away so I'd just have to go ahead and leave. I preferred leaving before anyone got up and then spend the following week at home crying about it.
But as hard as it always was and is leaving my kids, it's hard staying with them. They want me there and make sure I know how appreciated I am, but I just can't get comfortable. I hate that about myself.