shakethecobwebs:
While visiting my dad I have fed him, helped him pee, cleaned sores on his thighs, covered him up (especially when his ass was showing because wearing clothes is too hard for him right now), scratched his swollen and scabbed legs, rubbed his swollen and tender feet, given him a haircut (trimming his beard tomorrow), kept conversation with him, and a whole lot more. I’ve done these things because I love him and people deserve to be taken care of, full stop, but especially when they are sick and hurt and dying.
His piece of shit wife came to visit for thrity minutes today to ask for money for drugs.
Just a glimpse into this hell hole.
I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever think that drinking and doing drugs is cute or quirky or no big deal because none of this could ever be cute or quirky or no big deal.
I am so sorry for your situation. I hope you have people in your life to be there for you when you go home. I’m so glad you’re able to get to him finally though!
And yeah, drugs are terrible. One side of my family are pretty much all drunks, drunks who don’t believe in getting mental health help. Drinking is the ‘reasonable solution,’ and given that my family is generally poor with a lot of trauma in it, this is terrible. A cousin of mine recently committed suicide because of things he’s done while drunk, and just after his mom got done crying into my arms, her husband comes down, and we’re talking, and I mention that I have trouble falling asleep, and he recommends alcohol.
I was so pissed. I’ve been rather mad at my family since this incident because who knows if his and another life wouldn’t be fucked up terribly if he had been supported in getting counseling years ago instead of ‘just have a beer,’ and they still don’t get it. I just… wtf people.
I’m so sorry you’re dealing with this. As callous as it sounds, I’m fortunate for not being super close to that side of my family, but I dread the day it really seriously affects my mom in any sort of way like it’s affecting your father.