I didn't sign up for this
"I didn't sign up for this."
This is the exact phrase that ran through my mind at one point right after Patrick's stroke. It only ran through for a moment, and I immediately pushed it aside, ashamed I'd even thought it. But it was a real thought all my own, no one else to blame. I thought it.
It is very hard to explain to someone else how such a thought can even cross your mind. I tried to explain to a friend at work who had told me he admired how I was handling everything that had been given to me.
I tried to tell him that some things are easy to do when you love someone. I told him Patrick and I have always truly been best friends. I always felt that we have a love that many married people don't seem to experience. I knew this friend had the same love for his wife that I share with my husband.
I told him about the rollercoaster of emotions I had been on through this, and about thinking the thought of "I didn't sign up for this". I needed to admit it to someone else. I told him I would never have believed I would think that thought if you had told me before his stroke that I would.
Deep down, if all I were told by doctors had come true, would it have been so easy to step up?
I had a son half-way to his 14th birthday who has such difficulty in school- keeping him on task and passing is a full time job itself, not to mention he's a teenager who likes to challange us. I work at a job 50 hrs a week, and in order to keep the insurance, I gotta keep going. No choice in working/not working here. I was already the major financial support of the household. I am only 1/3 of the way through my work life to retiring. And worse thought yet, I am (theoretically) halfway through my life. Am I ready to spend the rest of his natural life not having any sort of intimate relationship with a man? I am not JUST speaking of sex. I mean the intamacies of sharing a life with a partner who can enjoy it with me?
There was no way I could stay home and be a 24/7 caregiver, which is what I was origanally told he would need. He would need someone to feed him, bathe him, change him, and basically take care of every need he had. He would have the abilities of a six month child with his only speech being grunts or maybe a word like "yes" or "ok".
People assume they will face this sort of thing in their later years of life. I had always thought, "I will never let my husband go to a nursing home if I am okay myself. I will take care of him." Somehow in my mind I assumed, "I'll be retired, I'll spend all of my time doing the best I can for him because he deserves it."
Well, does he not deserve my help any less because we are NOT retired and we are NOT elderly now when he needs it? He absolutly DOES deserve it.
The guilt over even thinking I couldn't handle all this sometimes makes me think he deserves a better wife than the one he chose.
That little phrase expressed so much justifiable fear in the split second of it's exsistance. Seven syllables created so much guilt. A fear so deep of not trusting in yourself that you will have the ability to do all that is needed of you. Being so overwhelmed and panicked by reality that you want to run and hide or squeeze your eyes tight and chant, "La La La, I can't hear you, La La La...".
I always knew I wasn't going anywhere. But I am here to say the thought of not being able to handle everything given to you can cross the mind of even the most devoted spouse.
Kristen
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