Hi there. Welcome.
I just want to take a moment to thank you for visiting my, oh God, I’m gonna say it…*cough* blog *cough.*
Yeah, I know…I’m pretty sure “blogger” probably has such a negative connotation at this point, but what are ya gonna to do? I’m a writer and this is the best and easiest medium for me to connect with people who are in the same boat as I am.
You see, not only am I a writer, but I’m a caregiver.
I’m a caregiver to an amazing human being that has been through absolute hell and come out a different person. For the longest time, I had it in my mind to get HER story out there. To share what SHE went through. I finally realized, she wasn’t the only person going through this ordeal.
I was going through it too.
For the past three years, I’ve been putting her story before mine because I thought it would be selfish for me to worry about MY problems over hers. I mean, let’s be fair…I can hear and use both hands.
I don’t have doctors poking and prodding me on a regular basis. I don’t have to be helped to the bathroom or need help taking a shower.
The bottom line is: what the hell do I have to bitch about? The answer, in the great scheme of things, is nothing.
Putting her needs before mine just made sense, but in doing so, I’ve created an unhealthy situation for myself.
I didn’t provide myself with an outlet to talk about MY frustrations. MY concerns. MY anxiety.
And if I’m broken, then I’m no good to her.
So here we are. My corner of the World Wide Web. My place to talk about what I want to talk about. To share the good times. To share the funny times. To share the bad times. To share the rewarding successes along with the disastrous failures. My little slice of selfishness. That way, when I’m done here, I can be the best caregiver I can possibly be, because that’s what she deserves and, frankly, needs.
Be forewarned…there are times where I will be graphic. If you’re reading this and you’re a caregiver, than you’ll know the struggle. Sometimes, it just gets…well, messy. There will also be times where I will scream and swear and vent…because I need to. Again, if you’re a caregiver, you’ll understand. It’s a tough job and better that frustration be aired here than in the face of those we’re in charge of caring for. (Don’t worry though, I find that hilarity often overshadows the frustrations.)
But it’s not just about me, it’s about YOU too!
This should be YOUR place to share YOUR frustration as well. Being a caregiver can be a very lonely job. Many of your friends and family probably don’t know what you go through on a daily basis so it’s hard for them to sympathize. Not here. Here WE’RE your friends. WE’RE your co-workers. We get how tough it is and understand. So feel free to comment, contact and even submit your OWN stories and struggles.
This is as much yours as it is mine…I’m just starting the conversation.