Relationships with members of my family can be/are huge triggers for me- Part 1
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
I know that it is not altogether uncommon to have difficulty getting along with family, especially parents and most especially when spending a great deal of time with them. I love my Mom and Dad dearly. However, being with them quite often triggers an unwanted emotional response based on my past history with them. This inevitably leads to an emotional upheaval, throwing my typical daily patterns out of whack (i.e.; eating, sleeping, etc.).
I moved down to Southeast Florida in August, 2002 for health reasons, and ended up staying down there until December, 2007. My health improved greatly down there, for a variety of reasons that I will not go into. I saw my parents (who are divorced and have been apart for several decades) about a half dozen times or so in my time spent there. I was sad about that, thinking that my move would mean I would only see them a handful of times before they passed. Fate had other plans in line for me (whatever the heck that means... heard it somewhere once and thought it sounded good, but I'm still not sure what it means).
I moved back to Buffalo in 2007 for a job. I was laid off in March, 2007, and was forced to take a job that was paying 1/3 less than the previous one I had. Eventually, the lost income caught up with me, and I was forced to look elsewhere for my employment. I was quite fortunate that a good friend of mine was able to find me a job with the same benefits that I had at the job I had lost. The job was also an enormous opportunity, as I had not practiced law full time for about 5 years.
Alas, the job did not work out, and I ended up finding another job (which I will not go into now).
My health began to deteriorate in 2009. Chronic migraine headaches and chronic pain in the right part of my cervical spine, which radiated down my arm and caused numbness and tingling in my hand and fingers. This began to escalate to a point that, a year and a half later, I was not able to work at all.
I ended up moving back in with Mom a short time before my neck surgery in March, 2011.
This extremely long introduction to my "problem" is to provide a context for the following statement: I never got along as well with my parents as when I lived 1,500 miles away from them.
(I will write part 2 later)...