My son has v*'d 4 times in the last few hours. Obviously, a bug. I've been hiding out in our studio while my husband has been hanging out with him, taking care of him, cleaning up, etc. This is our deal. I take care of all the other illnesses and bumps and bruises. Unfortunately, my mom happens to be staying with us right now. So when she saw me check out and disappear, she followed me back and started screaming at me to get my shit together and how can I not comfort my own son? She's been crying ever since.
So not only am I dealing with my own anxiety attack over my son's sv, but now my mother's drama.
How do I tell her that yelling at me is like yelling at a soldier with PTSD to get back on the battlefield? It doesn't help. I'm sorry, but tough love doesn't work with emetophobia.
This sucks.



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