This is my very first post. A little scared but I know posting is better than isolating... so here we go.
I grew up in a very dysfunctional family. My father was an alcoholic and my mother, to cope with my father, was a workaholic. My mom is tiny, (4'10") and a pushover. My dad is 6'0" and a bully. As a child I was subjected to their fighting, both verbal and physical, the worst of which took place when I was 8 and resulted in me not talking for a few weeks and living with my grandparents. This was also the birth of my life-long struggle with food.
Dad got sober a few days before I turned 15, but as strange as it sounds, our relationship actually became worse after that. Prior to him becoming sober, he had only physically assaulted me once. After that, more than I can count.
To make a long story short, I've spent the majority of my life, struggling with weight gain, emotional issues, self-esteem and anxiety. I put myself in stupid situations and through stupider relationships. I often made bad choices. I wasn't always reliable and often didn't keep my word. In short, I have struggled quite a bit and fallen on my face plenty of times.
But I have also made great strides. I attended Alateen after dad got sober, then AlAnon as well as OA (over-eaters anonymous) as an adult. I have gone through counseling, both group and private, and I have partaken in spiritual rituals/healing. I have also worked in an attitudinal-based Autism therapy program with a beautiful little boy that has changed my life. Today, I am off all pharmaceuticals for depression and anxiety and generally live a happy life.
My husband is incredibly supportive and even though we faced a huge hurdle right after we were married (I found out that he had cheated on me 3 years prior,) through counseling (both couples and each of us in private) and self-discovery we have come full-circle and are now closer than ever. We welcomed our first child in May of 2012.
My pregnancy was extremely difficult though and I was sick and unable to work all 9 months. We struggled with setback after setback, and a few close calls but we made it through the nine months with a healthy and VERY happy little boy.
Here's where I am at now though, and why I am struggling so hard. My husband and I had moved from California (where I am from,) to Florida (where my hubby is from) to help with his father's business. Long story short, the position and salary promised to my hubby by his dad never materialized and 7 months after we moved, I found out I was pregnant. By the time our little one arrived, we were in dire straits and ready to leave Florida behind and move back to our beautiful California. It just so happened that my parents were relocating and my grandmother, needed a caregiver. My mom proposed that I become said caregiver, giving us a chance to both get back on our feet and allow me to stay home with our boy.
It on the surface seems like a perfect solution but I was very wary. For one, even though the family dynamic as well as our individual relationships have improved significantly there are still many, many unresolved issues. I love my family and, more importantly, hold the belief that every human being is doing the very best that they can at any moment in time with the tools that they have. This allowed me to move past my resentment towards my parents even though they never acknowledged any wrong doing on their part. But I was not living near them, nor was I entangled in a business relationship.
Now I am and the results are far from pretty. They have not forgiven my past indiscretions as I have attempted to forgive theirs. In fact, they won't even acknowledge some of their bad behaviors from the past. Fine. But you would think I am still 14 and not pushing 30 by the way the talk to me. There is a complete lack of respect for me, not even basic respect they have for strangers. Moreover, now there is a HUGE power-over for them, because they offered this arrangement. I am grateful. I am glad they offered. And I am glad I accepted, still, but I am home-bound giving care to my grandmother every day of the week with the exception of 8 hours when (2 hours Monday, 6 on Friday) when a nurse comes in to bathe her and relieve me or when my mom feels like coming out. Generally, since I have to get the caregiver going, Mondays I don't get anytime out and Friday, I run errands for the house and my grandmother. I have been out to dinner with my husband one time for our anniversary and I have attended Sweat Lodge (my form of spiritual practice) one time. For this, our rent is covered and I get a $400 monthly stipend.
To top off matters, my grandmother who I'm in service to is the same woman who taught me my food addictions and is a very bad food addict herself. So the fact that it is my job to control her diabetes through diet has pretty much turned me into the bad-guy, that denies her sugar and sweets. And despite that being part of my job description, I receive no support and am constantly undermined. My mom will give her stuff outside the diabetic diet we follow, then I have to deal with the aftermath (and ER visit) that follow. Oh, and my grandmother has dementia and depression and (for the first time in my life) will say mean-spirited hurtful things.
I feel like my parents and I are helping each other in this setup, but my efforts hold no weight with them. Where the weight is holding is around my hips and thighs; I have currently regained most of my baby weight I lost the first few months after I gave birth, as I can't ever get out of the house to exercise. Plus, I feel like I am just in a pressure cooker, receiving criticism from my grandmother (who takes offense and me having to help her,) my father (who judges me for past behavior while never acknowledging the things he did and the roles he played,) and my mother (who projects her insecurities onto me).
On the plus side, I have a beautiful baby and a husband who loves and supports me, but most of our friends either live in SoCal (about 6 hours from where we are now,) in Texas or in Florida. I just ordered Zumba, so I am hoping that will be a great tool to get much needed cardio at home when I can find time between the needs of my grandmother and my son. We are climbing out of our desperate financial situation. We are saving for a car for me (currently we share one,) and returning to school will hopefully be on the horizon for me. I do love my family, I just am so beyond frustrated and really lose so much progress I have made in my own life being back in the thick of it. I want happy, vibrant and most importantly healthy relationships with my mother, father and grandmother but I don't know how to make it happen. And I feel like I revert to old, bad behaviors and dynamics when I am around them.
I've offered to go to family counseling (which I have located for us, free of charge,) but so far they have declined the offer. They are not bad people. They are just flawed people. But I made a commitment to care-give until July of 2013 and I feel like it is just a waiting game. In the meantime, on days like today I can feel my anxiety creeping back in and my blood pressure skyrocketing. To put that in perspective, even through my horrible pregnancy all my vitals were healthy and normal, despite my BMI.
I just want a little courtesy and respect and most of all support. But I am hoping that if I can't get it from my own family maybe I can get it from you strangers out in cyberspace. Thanks for your support and any advice is totally welcomed.




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