I am about to post a vent and a rage. A sob and a woe-is-me. But I have to get if off my chest. Please stop reading immediately if you have negative things to say about this or what I have to say, because that is NOT what I need to hear right now.
How are the Supers doing?
Not so well actually.
We feel pretty darn deserted. Deserted by family (because we have none for 500 miles). Deserted by many friends. Deserted by many in our church.
And why do I think this has happened? I’d like to think that it isn’t because we’ve become rude, cruel, or unkind. I’d love to hope that we have continued to try to reach out to others and be friends when we can. We have not disappeared, stopped checking email, gone off of FB. I think we’ve been deserted (and specifically Professor X) because he is unable to go out into the community at all. He’s become close to a shut in. And so…. out of sight, out of mind.
People say they want to help. They say they’ll pray for us. They say to just let them know what we need.
But then I do ask. I ask for people to be friends with Professor X and come over. I ask for help with household jobs. I beg for someone to watch the kids. And maybe one person replies. This is where I am with our church. Which is so sad to me since they used to be very supportive. Back when Professor X could actually attend (although I still attend every week and volunteer with various teams).
And it’s going to get worse. As I learned in the last few days, the medication that I am weaning off of has horrendous withdrawal symptoms. Symptoms that may put me out of commission for weeks and possibly months. Since I am the caretaker of the family, this is very bad news.
And so I’m venting to the world. I don’t want prayers. I want action. I don’t want sympathy. I want help. And when someone becomes sick enough that they can no longer join the community to do things… that doesn’t mean they don’t want friends or help. It means that they need those things that much MORE.