MotherWolff
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Recently my grandmother(on my mom's side of the family) has been in the hospital for being in a continuingly degenerating condition of colon cancer. This is perhaps the third or fourth time that she had to return to the hospital for such a threatening sickness.
Prior to yesterday(9/11) I have never EVER even came to visit my weakened, lonely, grandmother while other members of the family has(even one of my brothers has visited her and he hardly ever leaves the house!). Before yesterday, I have always felt twice as guilty when I see my brother and my mother(they make up the entirety of my scarce social life that I have) depart the house to visit her.
Now there are a few reasons why I didn't go with my mom and brother to visit my grandmother. One of them is mainly because of the anxiety I have about seeing the members of my family that are more like "strangers" to me. These family members are outside of my immediate family. They are cousins, uncles, and aunts. Hell, I even feel anxiety towards my grandmother...
Another reason is because one day I told my mom that I really did want to go to the hospital along with her. She came up with every excuse she can find to discourage me; your hair is a mess, you don't like to be around the family, you embarass me, stuff like that. So I gave up asking her, went into my room, and moped all day long in bed feeling very defeated.
Then, even when my mom came to me and apologized for the things she said and offered to take me to the hospital, I boldly refused in a teenage-like rebellion. I told her that I was too upset with her to even want to go anywhere with her. But subconsciously, I realized that I actually "need" her to do ANYTHING and that includes transportation. I wouldn't dare attempt to request a ride to the hospital from anyone else from the family(they're "strangers" to me), my 23 year old brother doesn't know how to drive, and I have no friends so in the end I had no choice but to go with her(or stay home, as usual).
Yeah, I went to the hospital to see my grandmother yesterday and boy was I a nervous wreck, but I was better off than I expected. I think its because NONE of my other family members were there(I came early in the morning). I couldn't bare the sudden feelings I had of guilt and uselessness. I feel guilty because I decided to see her when she's in her worst physical condition and not when she was healthy and well. And I feel useless because I can't possibly do anything to "cure" her cancer and rid her of her suffering.
This makes me wonder whether I came there because I SHOULD(as if it were an obligation) or because I love her(and yet I feel so caullous).
I even think selfish thoughts like, "Well if she passes away I'll have to go to the funeral service for her. Not only do I have disbelief in God and Christianity, two elements that are present in these funeral services, but I WILL be forced to confront my other countless family members whom have not seen or heard from me in five to six years. And to top it all off I have a seriously negative reputation of being crazy. After all, news had got out that I was in the mental hospital for two weeks, nearly a month."
Has anyone here experienced a similar situation? Can anyone here provide me with some advice? Thank you and sorry for such a long thread, I just can't help but pour my feelings on such a matter out like this.
Prior to yesterday(9/11) I have never EVER even came to visit my weakened, lonely, grandmother while other members of the family has(even one of my brothers has visited her and he hardly ever leaves the house!). Before yesterday, I have always felt twice as guilty when I see my brother and my mother(they make up the entirety of my scarce social life that I have) depart the house to visit her.
Now there are a few reasons why I didn't go with my mom and brother to visit my grandmother. One of them is mainly because of the anxiety I have about seeing the members of my family that are more like "strangers" to me. These family members are outside of my immediate family. They are cousins, uncles, and aunts. Hell, I even feel anxiety towards my grandmother...
Another reason is because one day I told my mom that I really did want to go to the hospital along with her. She came up with every excuse she can find to discourage me; your hair is a mess, you don't like to be around the family, you embarass me, stuff like that. So I gave up asking her, went into my room, and moped all day long in bed feeling very defeated.
Then, even when my mom came to me and apologized for the things she said and offered to take me to the hospital, I boldly refused in a teenage-like rebellion. I told her that I was too upset with her to even want to go anywhere with her. But subconsciously, I realized that I actually "need" her to do ANYTHING and that includes transportation. I wouldn't dare attempt to request a ride to the hospital from anyone else from the family(they're "strangers" to me), my 23 year old brother doesn't know how to drive, and I have no friends so in the end I had no choice but to go with her(or stay home, as usual).
Yeah, I went to the hospital to see my grandmother yesterday and boy was I a nervous wreck, but I was better off than I expected. I think its because NONE of my other family members were there(I came early in the morning). I couldn't bare the sudden feelings I had of guilt and uselessness. I feel guilty because I decided to see her when she's in her worst physical condition and not when she was healthy and well. And I feel useless because I can't possibly do anything to "cure" her cancer and rid her of her suffering.
This makes me wonder whether I came there because I SHOULD(as if it were an obligation) or because I love her(and yet I feel so caullous).
I even think selfish thoughts like, "Well if she passes away I'll have to go to the funeral service for her. Not only do I have disbelief in God and Christianity, two elements that are present in these funeral services, but I WILL be forced to confront my other countless family members whom have not seen or heard from me in five to six years. And to top it all off I have a seriously negative reputation of being crazy. After all, news had got out that I was in the mental hospital for two weeks, nearly a month."
Has anyone here experienced a similar situation? Can anyone here provide me with some advice? Thank you and sorry for such a long thread, I just can't help but pour my feelings on such a matter out like this.
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