I’m worried of

When I write, I have to organise my scattered thoughts and feelings. I cannot just reminisce on something superficial – what I write comes from my heart and if I cannot reach it, something is wrong.

So why haven’t I been writing for weeks now?

First, I was busy trying to get the Finnish blog work – it still has a few technical issues and hiccups, but at least it is not as freaking slow as it has been.

Then I was teaching myself to crochet and knit. I picked up a pencil and drew. I cleaned up the house with an audiobook on my ears giving me a lucky escape.. I knew I was procrastinating, but I couldn’t force myself to sit down and write. Even doing a “one line a day” to my bullet journal became hardship, so it was not just blogging. 

I knew something was bothering me.

In truth, I feel guilty. I feel guilty for feeling trapped and unlucky. I feel guilty for feeling bad for myself and my family’s situation. 

As we are so lucky. We have got so much support in comparison to what we could get outside the UK. I am so grateful for everything so I keep counting my blessings – and turn the blind eye to the misfortunes. 

With all we’ve got, it felt unfair to complain. 

What do I worry about then?

My parents. 

About 60 years old and “back in business”. About half a year ago they relaunched their bakery-cafe, as the entrepreneur who had bought it off them couldn’t carry on with it anymore. My parents are hard working and enjoy the social aspect of running their business, but their bodies are not up for the task. I worry – so much – for them; when will their bodies give up on them? Will I get a shaky call from my sister telling me they’ve collapsed, had a heart attack and got into a hospital? And there is nothing I can do to help them from here, apart from spreading the word that there is a business property for sale as well as a well established company (link to my Finnish post about this issue).

Brexit. 

I am from Finland; I’ve been living in England since 2013. I have not hold a “proper job” here unlike I planned, as my child was born disabled. In other words, I am an immigrant living off benefits. I am a mother to two beautiful British children and a step-mother for one, and I’m so bloody afraid how my family will be affected by me not holding a British passport. Even if I would get the right to stay, will everything else stay the same for me and therefore for my family? Will we still get all the support and help that we’ve received so far, or will it change as I’m not British?

I feel bad as no matter how much I do, I feel like a parasite of the society.

Even if it is not possible to return to work, I feel abashed. Not only because both of us parent’s are at home. There is shame attached to the statement of “oh we are both stay-at-home-parents”. There shouldn’t be, but there is.

I feel bad as I constantly feel like I’m failing our daughter, that I’m not doing enough for her and with her.

Not to forget how much I worry for her, because of her tonsils and how we are still waiting for that tonsillectomy, how much oxygen she requires daily, how much we don’t know about her epilepsy and how her dystonia keeps bothering her.. 

I feel gutted because the house we were moved in to turned out to be incompatible for our daughters needs. This was supposed to be the forever home, the one that we could slowly make it ours. The home our children would grow up in, the one they would recall as their childhood home.
Yet we are to start all over again, the excruciating hunt for a home.

I feel guilty for having carers for my daughters nights 

I like every single one of our night carers and I always love to have a chat with them – but lately I have found it hard to go and say hello, to chat about my daughter and how the carers are doing – because .. I do not even know. Because they could ask how I’m doing and I don’t know how to answer? Because they could turn around and say I’m doing a rubbish job as a mother (they never would say anything of that sort – I’m sure) or they could judge me for how I run our house or..

I feel bad because we need them. Because if a carer wouldn’t turn up for their shift, we would be screwed. I feel bad that we are so dependent on people that are in a working relationship to us; that our home is their work place. A night by night we have someone at home who is not part of our family, to look after our daughter, and even though it’s been going on for almost a year now it .. it still gets to me. It is a weird relationship too. You cannot really be friends as she/he is working when here  and there is such thing as professional boundaries. But still that person is not a stranger nor a guest – I am trusting my daughter to them to look after for the evening and night, and as I’m so grateful for all they do I have found myself thinking how unfair it is that we need a night carer. How unfair it is but how lucky we are to have so amazing carers provided for us.

Why do I feel trapped?

There are so many factors influencing my life and how I live it – if we get a carer for the night, if I get another adult to be with me in a car so I could take the children out, if so and so. I wish it would be easier for me to go and see a friend, or do anything. 

I’ve secretly hoped for a child free moment. 

Not for couple of hours, but for couple of days. I love my children. But all I want is to be alone. Completely alone for couple of days so I can do whatever I want without no-one needing me. Or climbing all over me. Or making her alarms go off or needing to follow a strict medication timetable. I even want time off from my partner, so I would be totally attachment free. 

What would it be like to miss for my children?

I don’t know, I have not been apart from them for more than a couple of hours, the time which usually is spent doing chores or running errands, rushing to do everything before they get back. Every now and then I’ve tried to make it “me time”, but end up feeling guilty for it. 

In other words, 

even if I do not want to moan, bitch and complain, there has been loads of things happening lately and so much going on in my mind. And it felt cleansing to let it out. 

Now, please tell me

How are you, really?

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