I have always been a crier when faced with frustration. Even on the phone when dealing with a billing problem, or trying to get information, I just start to cry. Right now, I am POA for my Dad who is 800 miles away and I just had him admitted to a nursing home against his will. I did fly back and met with siblings and an elder care attorney to get the ball rolling for one of them to file for guardianship. I also am supporting my husband who is in a crisis with severe chronic pain from fibromyalgia and severe depression (he is also bipolar). He looks like he is dying, and I am driving him for consultations, Doctor appt., physical therapy, the emergency room, and psychiatrist. Some of these are over a hundred miles away. When we get there and I try to describe what is happening (suicide statements, his extreme pain, his not being able to walk a few hundred feet), I always start crying. I feel like an idiot and probably look like a dysfunctional spouse. Any ideas on how to think and act like an adult rather than a needy child? I am even crying pretty hard while typing this. I really need to pull myself together to support those I love while they need me.
I can cry when singing hymns in church, always on spangled banner, things that are connected to memories. I read where where we look with our eyes during a potential cry actually is connected with stopping or starting a cry. It has to do with neurolinguistict programming. If you look up and to the right it’s much easier to stop crying. When we look down...the crying will get more likely. Try it...I have found it works. If I begin to feel a cry come on, I stop and direct my gaze up and to the right .
Show me kindness, empathy and support and I crumble. My own Anger, frustration and the unending situation brings me to my knees and I cry and cry and cry. In my case, I have been capable, dependable and insightful. BUT, I have paid a huge price and now I hit my limit very early on with any new problem. I am now weakened and scared. Why have I allowed my Dad to dominate this stage of my life, just like he dominated my childhood until I left home to marry my husband, 41 years ago. Big Mistake, I should NEVER have asked my husband if Dad could move in.
Just reading all your posts made me cry 😢😊
However, the tears spilled because of the heartbreak and stress, exhaustion and frustration, of day after day managing and intervention on behalf of a loved one are different. They still leave me with sore and swollen eyes, but somehow sometimes there is just a crack in the Hell life can become... Any relief is huge!
Sometimes, they just can't be held back, and that can lead to pretty unpredictable results? I think my most memorable "meltdown" was the day I left for home from Mom in the hospital, following another surgery and feeling totally overwhelmed, scared, heartbroken, and drained. A slightly plump, vaguely disheveled and a little sweaty, cheerful man in the elevator asked innocently "Hello - and how are you today". I somehow found myself blathering all over this total stranger, crying, totally undone... When we got off the elevator, he took me off to the side, talked to me and held me close while he patted my back... And I leaned on this total stranger and bawled! He was SO nice and kind to me! Turns out he's a Mormon, regularly tries to connect with and help people, his sister was my age and he gave me her number... I'm not religious (wish often I was or could be?), and prior to this just got sort of annoyed when "they" came knocking on my door with their pamphlets. I'm still not converting - but now I feel softer and somehow warmer as I send them away... He was SOOO nice, and I really needed that so much...
I turn off the ‘feels’ and try to stick to what I’ve objectively observed. In fact I have trouble letting my feelings go. We’re all different.
Maybe write down the information and hand it to whomever you’re talking to?
I've found this message board to be helpful, too. :)
Big Hugs to you!
But reading the responses for all sorts of different situations is very helpful. We really are not alone.