Last Saturday, Donna Webb joined me on Your Caregiving Journey; we spoke about her caregiving experience, as well as her recovery from a pinched nerve. She spoke about an injury she sustained years ago which flared recently because of too much time in front of the computer and physical caregiving.
As she spoke, a thought occurred to me: Caregiving can touch dormant wounds, both physical and emotional. A bum knee or a bad back can get worse because of the physical duties of caregiving.
Even more painful can be the underlying emotional scabs; memories of difficult childhood moments or an upsetting past relationship can flare because of caregiving.
While you work to do you best today in a caregiving role, your body or mind may sometimes get stuck in your past. So, today, we wonder: What wound does caregiving touch for you? And, when the wound gets touched, how do you manage?
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Donna Ryan
Again, you all know my twist is dwelling on the good but this is a good question.. I think we all have some sort of wounds from somewhere in our past whether it be mistakes we made or circumstances that we were in. I had many wounds for which I have overcome however with the approach of my 30th wedding anniversary in august it does remind me of how I felt so cheated back then. Here was this very unpopular girl who was so lucky to have met this really great guy and from the moment I got the engagement ring had to deal with nothing but sadness due to the fact dad was dying of pancreatic cancer. The day was very sad when it should have been joyful. The limousines were outside waiting as mom was shaking the daylights out of me that she hopes I never forget her…she was going to be all alone. Dad yelled from his bed that he couldnt go…he was too weak…thankfully my cousin was the photographer and urged him to get dressed and walk me down the aisle while my sister told mom to stop saying these things to me. All 80 pounds of dad but he managed very slowly to get me to the alter…the organist probably had calluses on his fingers playing here come the bride so many times…all eyes were on him…many said that man shouldnt be out … I couldnt dance with him…to this day I felt so bad that my mother in law did not dance with Kevin..she graciously said no…if you cant dance I wont either…I will always love her for that…dancing with my son at his wedding is a dream for me. I could go on and on..You get the sadness of the day. However, dad was there. He saw me get married. He died six weeks later and we stayed in the same neighborhood as mom all these years as I promised she would never be alone while Im alive. My day will come! That is how I manage. Im still married to the great guy and sometimes have to pinch my cheeks still. The girl that couldnt get a prom date is married to this great person who opened his home to two of her family members. It may not be the fairytale life but Im OK!!..In my heart Im no longer the stepsister…despite my life I really am Cinderella and as you know I try to make every day a ball!!!