At least it wasn’t a ridiculously long title! Can anyone relate? I swing from wondering if I’m believed, sometimes shame (e.g. don’t want to explain that I can’t even shower daily anymore), to acknowledging it’s taken me years to come closer to accepting how limited my life is now so why should others?
It also feels like being asked why you don’t see your mum anymore and you’re repeatedly explaining to people who have known you and your mum for years, know you had a great relationship and you miss her, that your mum is dead and the next conversation explaining that your mum is still dead and the conversation after that. The next time it’s “why didn’t you have your mum over for Christmas or why couldn’t she be bothered to come?!” Whilst you’re thinking how you would still love to be able to see your mum, how much you miss her, a hint of “if you really wanted to see her, you could” creeps in, even though it’s not possible.