She was not the only one
put in this position, with no end in sight and seemingly no way out. But as I listened to her, a person usually
cheerful and reluctant to complain, I couldn't help consider her deteriorating
physical and mental state and wonder at what point Life would take over and
dictate its own path out of the mess.
Life has a way of doing
that. It has happened to me several
times over the decades.
Once I had
worked for someone as a live-in carer and we had become undeniably dependent on
each other over the course of two years. She had needed the reliability of knowing who was
looking after her and I had needed the reliability of a job I could walk into
every time I came back from my travels abroad.
The mutual dependency became a burden to both of us, but we didn't know
how to escape the loop. Without the job,
I had no income, no roof over my head. I
had worked in other kinds of minimal wage jobs but it was almost impossible to save any
money when food and transport cost so much; it was merely a way of
subsisting. Without me she had no idea
who the agency would send next and for how long, and when you're 85 years old,
that's stressful.
One day during my three
hours off, I fell off my bike and landed on my chin on the pavement. The mess on my knee could be fixed, but the
headaches that followed the knock to my jaw were debilitating. I continued to work through them, but slid downwards into depression. Even if I had taken
time off, I had nowhere else to stay. The
woman I cared for was a complex individual whom I came to love dearly, but she
wasn't easy to live with. We were making
each other miserable. I knew I had to
make a decision; I had to get out of this situation as it had become unhealthy
for both of us. But the stress prevented me from thinking clearly. The depression was incapacitating me more every
passing day, and compromising my potential for making even the smallest
decisions.
And then Life took
over. I suddenly developed crippling
stomach pains and found myself bending double, barely able to do my duties. I
ended up in bed. The agency sent in an
emergency carer who ended up looking after both of us for a week. Then a local from the village offered for me
to stay in her home as long as I was able to look after myself, for as long as
I needed, and this was how I quit my job.
The problem is, although Life
has a way of causing our bodies to fold under the stress until there are no
'options' left, and forcing us into a position where we finally have the
headspace to think, we are often in no fit condition to make any major
decisions about our life situation when we are so debilitated. It was months before I could work again, and
I survived purely by the kindness of strangers, and by house-sitting for people
on holiday. Slowly I climbed my way back
to health.
So there is no moral to
this tale, because I know how easy it is to say Make your life-changing
decisions before you become so stressed and ill that Life makes the decisions
for you, because you might find your options have narrowed to one, by that point - and how difficult it is to do. I'm not sure that even now, were I to find
myself in that same situation, I would handle it differently. Perspective is a great gift but it usually comes with hindsight. When you are in
the midst of it, perspective is frequently obscured.
This blogpost probably applies only to those
of us who tend to stick to things long after they become unhelpful; whether due
to the comfort of routine, or the fear of the unknown, or a misguided sense of
duty and loyalty to others. As for those who fly at the first hurdle - well, I guess they need to learn how to stick things out. I wish I was qualified to write about that, but I am most definitely not.
I wonder who else is out there who has experienced this phenomenon?
I wonder who else is out there who has experienced this phenomenon?
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2 comments :
Brava, Julie. this is a strong piece of writing a
nd one that would benefit many people. Can I have your permission to redistribute this to some friends?
Absolutely. You always have my permission to redistribute to anyone you think might find my blogs helpful. I'm delighted you think this one might be of some use to somebody out there. Thanks for asking! X
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