I may have posted about my parents a long while ago. We have had a fairly strained relationship for many years (the gaslighty type) and i ve lived abroad (UK) for many many years, seeing them usually every 6-9 months for the sake of the kids.
With Covid, restrictions where i live in the UK mean that visits were cancelled and i had not seen them for 18months. In parallel, my workload increased, and my MH plummeted: I have severe anxiety (health plus Brexit and losing my right in the UK).
My Ps are getting older super fast and make crap irrational decisions. Think polypharmacy, ignoring symptoms, not listening to the GP, and doing bad financial investment- while becoming very self assured that THEY are in the right.
DH and I decided to go to their EU country for a month, before Brexit (and while it was still ok with the rules, BTW) - to get my brother some respite and offer some support. My DM seemed glad at the idea, as their health means they will not be able to fly to us again.
I am >40 but find myself in a similar drama as in my teens or 20s. Shortly after we arrived, I found out that DM had bad hypotension and frequent fainting (daily, morning). Getting her to the GP was mission impossible, and i got called names for implying there was an issue. She had a light cough and swore it was habitual and just phlegm. She also mocked people getting covid "check" tests before xmas, saying they were stupid and this was pointless.
She eventually agreed, after my DF asked her because of freaking out when she fainted in front of him , to go to the GP. Well guess what - GP got her to do a COVID test, giving her the opportunity to badmouth him to her friends as an idiot blinkered by covid. Only to come back positive a few days ago. She of course feels "great" (never one to miss making a point) and is not isolating.
By that point, I was already feeling shit, and self isolated in my room as the only loser following rules in this house. I ve been there 4 days. DH and kids are fine. I ve eaten 3 biscuits and a bit of bread with occasional teas broughtby a sheepish DH ("D"M forbids foods upstairs). I missed on xmas eve and Xmas day. My kids opened their presents without me and DH did not even take pictures (he also forgot to bring down the presents before kids woke up).
And worst of all, I can hear them (parents) speak at the table about how I am ruining Xmas by refusing to come out of my bedroom.
I will never learn...