aaw Tim, that must have been a very difficult situation for you indeed, my condolences 🙁 I am in a slightly similar situation right now with my granddad. it’s not because of illness, but just due to advanced age. but he is also starting to have slight dementia, and on top of that he was never very good in communication (he let my grandma do all the talking). so now I have the problem that I am not sure what his intentions are. when he says “no” to the nurse, is it because he doesn’t understand what is happening, or is it because he doesn’t want to go on anymore? it’s a tough situation, and that’s what prompted my text above. I actually wrote that piece all in one go, barely edited a few words and sentence structure, but it felt good to put this down on paper
It's often said that Texans are a proud bunch of people, and that's still a massive understatement. What I experienced being home this time around was something I've always known but needed a refresher on. I'm not a proud Texan because of the food, although you can't find better queso anywhere (and that's not up for debate). It's not because of the honey butter chicken biscuits from Whataburger or the fact that it's home to Texans football and the Rockets NBA team. I realized I am proud because of how much I love my city and the people who call it home.
The infuriating thing is that I think there might be. We could write articles acknowledging that certain conversations can exacerbate crippling guilt and self-loathing, particularly for people with anxiety, depression, or other mental illnesses that make them fixate on their own perceived worthlessness. We could really, truly, not-just-lip-service integrate concern for those people into our activism. We could acknowledge how common this experience is and have resources to help people. We could stop misidentifying anguish as entitlement, and stop acting like anguish that does have entitlement at its root is deserved or desirable or hilarious.