Subtitle: Primal Scream [contemplated changing my name but am too tired and too upset]
We’re on day 2 of holiday in Italy. Two SEN YPs (17 and 20), eldest with significant MH issues, RODG/ASD/ADHD, youngest ‘just’ ASD. Holiday chosen with eldest in mind as about to go to uni [perhaps only in theory, who the fuck knows] to study classics, so idea was to do a trip that would engage, make them feel valued and centred and which we would all enjoy.
Instead we are expected to be grateful if eldest/eDC can be arsed to get up at all before lunch; not complain when eDC wanders off in the colosseum or wherever and we spend the next 10mins trying to find them; genuflect when eDC deigns to join us for dinner and suffer the TedTalks. For reference every single fucking member of this family is on the spectrum, but the rest of us try to work out how to navigate the needs of the group and agonise over getting it right/wrong. eDC spends every family meal on phone texting with ‘friends’ [ie online, never met IRL] and/or ‘goes for a walk’ to buy books/art stuff and is so fucking defensive and rude if you dare to suggest they wait until after we’ve been served or perhaps put their phone away for the 15mins we are together eating in a restaurant that is overpriced but nonetheless pretty idyllic location-wise with a view of St Peters. Tonight eDC joined late. DH had plied youngest with Guinness and then lager over dinner. Then decided to split a bottle of red wine with the same 17yo. When I remonstrated that perhaps that was a bad idea, that I wasn’t happy at his encouraging the mixing of a 3rd form of alcohol - esp with a 17yo inexperienced drinker - the aforementioned 17yo snorted derisively and DH scoffed… and I lost it. I walked out of the restaurant. eDC followed knocking a glass over (smashed) and I am now apparently in the shit with them all. DS17 was distraught (may have patched things up with him before bed), DH seriously disappointed that I didn’t rise above it/keep smiling [after all that’s what I’ve done for 20 fucking years, day in, day out] and have now ruined the holiday; and eDC is in a major strop because WE are all dysfunctional and arseholes.
AIBU to just want a few days of normal? To want everyone else to step up/keep smiling/pretend everything is normal instead of me being lumped with it all the fucking time?
I know that I AM BU. My eDC can’t help it, DC is young and DH is stressed to his eyeballs with work and then comes home/on holiday to this. I know I am being selfish right now. But I am just so bloody tired of it all. I want to go home tomorrow, leave them to it, cuddle my dogs and be alone. It’ll never get better, will it? This is my life and I am struggling to see where the joy is because I truly cannot remember the last time I really laughed. There was a musical or song called ‘stop the world, I want to get off’ and I really wish it would, and that I could.