Long vent:
First off, please donāt judge and meet this story with kindness. You never know what people are suffering through.
My moms the kind of person who wonāt say anything if sheās suffering. She usually suffers in silence because sheās afraid people will see her struggles and meet her with judgement like past people have in her life unfortunately. Although Iām not a psychologist nor should I be diagnosing, I do think my mom suffers from OCD. She is overweight, and sheās been struggling a lot with eating. As of late itās gotten to the point where people in my family are questioning if sheās at the point or no return and itās been terrifying me. I already feel responsible for this for some reason, like Iām a horrible daughter because I donāt do enough for her even though I do try to. I love her so, so much, sheās my best friend and nothing can happen to her under my watch. I wish I could keep her in a bubble so she lives forever with me, but I know thatās not true. The past two years, sheās had these massive wounds on her legs from an accident on a truck. The wounds have gotten so large and painful, and they havenāt healed after this many years. I had to literally force her to go to urgent care last year because she was too embarrassed to talk about or show anyone these wounds. They gave her advice, said I was right in making her go, and that the wounds arenāt healing most likely because of circulatory issues and the blood from her heart not getting to her legs is stopping the healing process. They showed her how to properly clean the wounds and told her elevate her legs. We did that, but they still havenāt healed but she refused to see a doctor once again due to embarrassment, or sheād put off doctors visits because she couldnāt afford to go or her job would interfere with the timing. Fast forward to today, we had a party for Fatherās Day at my aunts house and sheās been keeping the wounds bandaged and using all these sprays and buying adhesives and medicine from Amazon. She has spent so much money on this medical stuff itās literally done nothing. She can barely walk now, and sitting in a chair at the party today, was like ātortureā she said.
The dogs at the party were wet, and their tails whipped the back of her legs when theyād wag and I guess she was secretly trying not to cry. Iāve been hearing her whimper quietly from pain for a while and I feel so fucking guilty, like I havenāt done enough for her. Iām trying to help her fix her eating habits, and eat clean with her, but I feel guilty for the times weād get junk food. Sheās a teacher, and she usually goes a full day without eating and it aggravates me so so bad. My first thing when she gets home is asking if we can go out and get food because I just want her to take care of herself and eat something. I know junk is absolutely not the answer here, but when itās quick and convenient Iād rather my mom eat junk than eat nothing. Yes, I know grocery shopping is the answer and we recently started doing that again. The thing is, she and I hate going in public due to OCD. I feel so bad, because now Iām responsible for this it feels like. Sheās been overweight the majority of the time my brother and I have been alive. She confessed to me last year that before the divorce with my dad, she purposely gained weight so that my dad would never touch her again. He cheated on her, and she never wanted him to touch her again, and he was physically and emotionally abusive to her. So, she divorced my dad and took us with her and moved north to be with the rest of my family. I still feel like I contributed to it though, and that Iām a horrible daughter. I never meant to contribute to any of this. I would never fucking to that to this woman I love this much. My brother and aunt said that I enable her and that Iām at fault for a lot of this. My brother I believe also has OCD himself, said I enable this and am responsible for this because Iām not hard enough on my mom. If this is true then I feel fucking horrible. I already regret not doing enough hence why Iām trying to change it now. My aunt says my moms getting to the point of no return. Iām taking her to the emergency room now. Iām trying not to cry and I wish she didnāt feel like she has to keep all these problems to herself. Iām scared to talk to my brother later because heās going to scold me and yell at me. I donāt know what to do