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She's back at it, ladies and gents.  I am now the great superhero UBER DAUGHTER!  Dun dun DUUUNNN!  I am, again, the best thing since sliced bread!  After, recently, she was bashing me for every little thing I was doing (really, it was just days ago....), I am, all of a sudden, amazing again! 

Did I ever tell you about the time I came over to visit and everyone was at her house (everyone meaning her team of neighbors she feels are dumber than she is) and I walked in...and she got everyone to start cheering and clapping and calling my name? 

Yeah.  That was FUCKING WEIRD.

I am not quite at that stage again, but close. 

New mom is "laughy jokey, won't get off the phone-y" mom instead of "grumpy, pissy, everything is frumpy" ma. 

I almost hate this mom more.  Why?  Because it's the fakest of the fakest shit you can ever put your finger on.  When she's pissed, I know she's being real.  But when she's like this?  A) she seems almost manic and b) there is an inevitable fall that is GOING to happen, and I (or my kids) are going to get the brunt of it.  Normally it's me, because my kids pretty much stay the hell away from her, knowing her mood swings are nothing to be messed with. 

I know what to expect when she's angry and crazy.  But when she's UBER FUCKING HAPPY and crazy, I have no idea when it's going to end and when it's going to blow up in my face. 

Because it will.  It always does. 

And that fear scares me more.  Though I will say my anxiety has been THRU THE ROOF lately with her angry and irritated behavior, so maybe I can try to let this be a reprieve from all that?  It's so very hard to enjoy these little spurts of being the "golden child".  But since it's back again, I will try.  But I won't get sucked in...I never do (though sometimes I do a little and let my guard down and say things I should not--like things she can use against me, because I mistakenly trust her). 

How about you?  Does your mom go back and forth?  It think mine does because a) I assume she's bipolar (she used to be a raging alcoholic, too) and/or b) I am an only child. 

Well, yeah, let's ride this wave out, together, shall we?   And see where it takes us!  Wanna take bets on how long it lasts?  If you go back through my old blogs, you can see where this has happened several times in the past and go from there how long her old cycles lasted.  If you win, I will send you....um.....I don't know.  Oh I know, I will send you a bag of chips that they only make in my town :)  I can't tell you what kind, but you'll like them.  Everyone does :) 

So yeah, I keep you all posted on her moods and see when I am the total shithole daughter again!  Whoo hoo! Till then, my friends :)

 


 

I've told her a 100 times that her driving is off the table FOREVER.  She will never get behind a wheel again.  And yet, every five minutes, she's bitching to either me or someone else that "she's going to get her car back and she's fine to drive".  *sigh*

On this past Friday, she went out with her friend to go eat dinner and I guess she was complaining the whole time (without her friend even bringing it up at all) that she was "fine to drive" and she wants her car back.  I swear, I am going to end up giving her car back to the dealer and just be done with it.  Yes, she is paying the insurance and car payments, but why the hell did she even buy it at all?

She bought a minivan in the summer of 1997.  She had it until a few years ago, and it was kind of falling apart, but not really.  It just needed to be fixed.  So, she gets it into her head (after he started with the beginning of both dementia and Parkinson's) to go and trade it in and buy a new car, with $250 a month car payments and almost $100 a month in insurance payments.  ?????????  Why??????

She didn't tell anyone, she just did it.  About a year after she bought it (or maybe it's not been quite a year yet?) she started not being able to stay in her lane and eventually started driving into oncoming traffic (which is VERY common for people with Parkinson's).  One day, she almost hit 4 cars and had me and on my children in the car with her.  After that, I refused to get into the car with her with my kids.  Then the few times I let her drive after that, she couldn't even go down the street without driving into oncoming traffic.  After that, I put my foot down and said "No more."

A few times, it got pretty hairy with her, her taking the keys from me when we were out and getting into the driver's seat and refusing to move (which would end with me screaming at her that we weren't going anywhere until she moved to the passenger's seat---which is so much fun for a person with bad anxiety to scream at someone in a public parking lot).  Or her constantly asking me for the keys while we're in public, thinking I'll give in, so she can go "turn the heat on"---even though it was 60 degrees out.

She just asked me for the keys the other day and said in front of the cashier "I promise I won't try to drive!"  So I just ignored her and just gave the keys to my son and said "Go take grandma out to the car."

I don't know when this is going to end, probably never, especially if I don't get rid of her car.  Maybe I can sell it?  It's a Ford Freestyle (that I hate) and needs a good home.  Interested??    But really, she bought it with dementia, I don't know how liable she'll be for having to pay back what she'll owe if I give it back to the dealership (I have power of attorney, so I can do this if needed).  But we'll see.  Frankly, I don't care because it's not worth keeping it.  But then, we're going to have to get a 2nd car for us (which we used to have, but our last second car broke years ago) so we can take her to all her appointments.  *sigh*  Everything always gotta be so complicated anymore.

But anyways, she needs to be actually diagnosed by her neurologist with dementia because if not, I don't know if the DMV  will take her license away (in our city your doctor has to have the last say so).

I am just waiting for her to have an all out crazy day and get so angry and confused that she can't drive that she calls the cops on me for taking her car (I always have it, she's not allowed to even have keys).  THAT will be a fun day.  And she's capable of it, she's done worse.

The next time I hear her bitching about not driving, I am going to flip.  I am so so so tired of it.  Though I will say that I pick and choose my battles anymore with her.  I can't have a repeat of that first summer, because nobody else can take her to the doctor but me and my immediate family.  So, I try to handle her with kid gloves: she's having a temper tantrum, let it pass and go on with life.

Yeah, so only time will tell.  Though her wanting to drive is getting more and more often, and something is going to have to happen soon.  I do have a paper for her doctor to fill out to take away her license, so we'll see when I have to actually have him fill it out and get it done.

Narcissists don't like to lose their freedom, and slowly, my mom's is being stripped away.  Not by my choice, mind you, it's just necessary.  That's why it can't be done all at once, or else all hell will break loose.  Just one thing at a time.  I also feel this is more respectful, also.  Does she deserve that respect?  Not really, but I am not her.  I don't need to hurt her in order to get her back for hurting me.  I am better than that.  I won't let other's behavior towards me influence my behavior towards them.  I refuse to stoop to their level (though I have in the past).  

So we'll see what happens next.

Let's hope it's nothing crazy...

UPDATE 2021: Oh more crazy DID happen.  And she bought ANOTHER car and I had to take her keys away again.  What fun!





Just kidding.  All narc moms are the same. 

She had physical therapy today and she was utterly confused.  Normally she's doing exercises and forgets while doing them what she's doing so she'll just stand there and stare at her therapist.  Today, however, she was annoyed, irritated, and confused (all the best ingredients for a doctor's visit) and didn't want to go back, so when I was talking to the receptionist she was up at the counter bothering me about it (normally she just sits on the seats and lets me take care of everything): 



Me: How many appointments does she have left that I need to schedule?

Receptionist: She's been scheduled 6 times, but needs between 8 and 10.  Whichever one you want to do.

Mom: Oh well, then lets save those last four just in case I need them after this.

Me: No, she said you need 8, but you can go to 10.  So I have to schedule at least 2 more, mom.

Receptionist: Okay, how about (insert all the talking back and forth here for making appointments, in which I made 10)

Mom: No, I don't need those last four.  We can save them!

Me: No, you might be able to save 2, but you need at least two more besides this Friday.

Mom: You're not understanding what I am saying!

Me: No, you're not understanding.  You need at least 8.  You were scheduled for 6.  You can have 10, and I did schedule 10, but if we feel we don't need the last two, we can cancel them.

Mom: But I don't need those!  She said, I could go to 8 or 10 more.  Meaning I don't NEED 8 more, I can go if I want to.

Me: *sigh*  No, mom, you HAVE to go 8 times.  You can choose between EIGHT visits, or TEN visits.  Not SIX visits.   Let's sit down.

Mom: But this isn't even helping me.  Why do I need to come back?

Me:
If you don't do your exercises at home like the therapist tells you to, you will never ever get better.  Just coming here isn't going to help you much, you have to work at home, too. 

Mom: Meh.  My brain doesn't work like that. 

Me: *sigh*  Well, it's only four more times coming back (actually it was five, but I didn't want to confuse her more) so it's no big deal.  You like your physical therapist and we have fun.  And maybe your insurance will cover more therapy later if you need it.  Just leaving two times open to come back whenever won't help you in the least. 

Therapist comes out to get us. 

After that, she was fine.  She always has fun with her therapist, who is awesome.  But yeah, some days, she gets irritable and confused, and I know more days like that are coming in the future because of her dementia.  Yay.  She wasn't so bad today, but I know worse days are a-coming. 

I am only a part-time caretaker and I am already exhausted!  (after physical therapy we took her to the grocery store, which means a whole lot of carrying groceries and her talking REALLY LOUDLY about how fat this woman was who at her medical testing yesterday.....*sigh*).  Is it nap time yet?