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And I apologize for that assumption. I've posted details of my life and where my own health comes in many times, but mostly in the Chronic Health Conditions. I've also posted here in the Lounge about some other background and history, but it's been awhile.
I moved back to New England because of health reasons myself. I came back nearly five years ago, and my mother's health was better at that time. My sister wasn't taking care of my mom or brother at that time--my adoptive brother was. He himself died a year and a half ago, which was during one of those times when the more abusive of my sister's boyfriends was threatening her--it proved to be one of those serendipitous situations where my sister had someplace to go when it happened, and so she moved in with my mom.
As I mentioned above, my sister has had a lot of trouble with substance abuse. She has been in jail for periods of time, including one time, about fifteen years ago when she was also living with my mom, when she had an ankle monitor and was on house arrest. It's happened time and time again, and the pattern never changes. She stays with mom, goes off the wagon, goes back into one of her benders, gets arrested and locked up. The worst part is she doesn't seem to care. And when she gets paroled or released on probation, they make her go to Narcotics Anonymous instead of sending her to a shrink who would likely help her more than NA or AA. She has also stolen money from my mom on several occasions, most recently four months ago. She is spending my mom's income daily now, without hiding it from her, which is a bit brazen to me.
I have asked my mom to come back here many times. In addition, they are collecting the in-home care income as well in California--income that they wouldn't be getting living back here. When I was living out there, I had tremendous health problems and was shut out of the health care system. Considering that I have had heart disease as well as a host of other conditions, it was ill-advised to stay in a place where I couldn't afford medical care. Returning to Massachusetts has changed that. I would once again be in untenable circumstances if I returned to L.A.
If I appear like a critic who doesn't appreciate my sister taking care of my mom and brother, the fact is, my sister, when sober, has a big heart. But when she is drinking, she is nasty, flippant, and dangerous to herself and everyone else. I had hopes that living with mom this time around would help her straighten her life out, but it hasn't--and now she is leaving my mom and brother alone for hours on end, without anyone there to watch them. It is one thing to take a day or two off a week, but to make it daily is another thing. And the fact is, both my mom and brother are often in bed by 8 in the evening, and aren't up until 8 or 9 the next day. Before the fall, my mom was capable of getting up and going to bed on her own--since then, she needs help transitioning. My brother only requires help with meals for the most part--the rest of his day is spent watching comedies on TV. My mom needs help preparing her insulin shots and reading the glucometer results, but other than that, her only need is getting meals. My sister buys a lot of TV dinners--besides the amount of sodium that's in them, there is little preparation in them.
Returning to Massachusetts took a great toll on me. I lost my best friend only four months after I returned, lost one of my furkids along the trip cross-country, and have suffered many other losses since. I now have peripheral neuropathy, am on a very limiting amount of disability income, can barely walk and have lost most of my own independence. If I gave the impression that I'm somehow "enjoying" myself away from the crux of the "action" I hope I have clarified that to a degree. Emotionally, I have been in a clinical depression for nearly the whole of my time back home, and have no capacity to do anything about my own situation, nevermind the situation 3000 miles away. To simply hear my mom's voice at least once a day is something I look forward to, and when I don't, it hurts a great deal. My mom and I have been not only close, but we have traveled a great deal together and I've always thought of her as my first best friend. I hate that she isn't getting the care she deserves, and for that alone, I can't help but to be worried.
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