You're not whiny or a bitch, you're human and you're grieving and you are trying to cope with a loved one who is changed - irrevocably changed - and also with family in denial (brain injuries generate this the most because the injury isn't something that can be seen and come to terms with - like a scar or a broken leg, and people always fool themselves by saying "well, if we just do such and such and then they'll be fine," which is bullshit, of course)!
Nope--I'm a lot more of the screaming and whining and crying and ripping the shirt--the kind of person who would look down at a friend with a broken leg and say "Why?? Why does this always happen to me? And I suppose you'll want me to carry you now? Christ!"
I go through something like this at least once a day - that's a good day. On Annie's bad days, it is much more. Being brave isn't mindlessly shouldering a problem and cheerily marching on, I think being brave is being ready to scream your head off and curl up in a fetal ball and then somehow you still manage to get out of bed and get the job done.
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5/29/05 11:03 pm (UTC)Nope--I'm a lot more of the screaming and whining and crying and ripping the shirt--the kind of person who would look down at a friend with a broken leg and say "Why?? Why does this always happen to me? And I suppose you'll want me to carry you now? Christ!"
I go through something like this at least once a day - that's a good day. On Annie's bad days, it is much more. Being brave isn't mindlessly shouldering a problem and cheerily marching on, I think being brave is being ready to scream your head off and curl up in a fetal ball and then somehow you still manage to get out of bed and get the job done.