I adore my Great Pyrenees. She is so sensitive to us all that I feel like she sees into my soul. I had to have our 14 year old male put down last summer. I bawled and told him that I aspire to be half of the mother he was to every living creature in his care. Thanks for the puppy pics. I needed that!

Absolutely! I’m the Queen of over sharing so I’m not worried about my privacy at all. I’m rooting for you!

I haven’t finished reading all of the replies, but I’m going to get this book. I went through feeling exactly like you are describing about 10 years ago. In my case, I was 46 and suddenly going though a rash of miscarriages. It was so insane. I’d get pregnant, see the heartbeat, and then I would miscarry, over and over again. When I tried to google the chances of carrying a baby to term at 46, the articles would just say that women don’t really get pregnant at that age without IVF, but why did it keep happening to me? I decided first, to just push through. Twice, I had to hold my legs together and walk funny to the bathroom because I was actually passing tissue while waiting on customers. About 6 months after this, I was watering my flowers and started crying and couldn’t stop. It just so happened that both my sister and my husband called while I was sitting their crying, and both of them mark that day as the last time they ever spoke to the person I used to be. After that, I just went through the motions of living, and quit feeling anything other than irritation and occasionally rage. It just hurt too much to care. My sister would cry about how much she missed the person she counted on her entire life. I asked if she didn’t think I missed that person too, but I’m not God. I can’t bring back the dead. I was also really ashamed of being broken and dead, because unlike what I assume OP and their family went through, what broke me was very minor. Not only that, most people, don’t even believe what I lost was considered real lives. My sister couldn’t understand why we couldn’t just using birth control, but I really wanted to know God’s will. If God had a plan for me to have a 6th child, I wanted that plan too. I just couldn’t understand some plan that included getting my hopes up and repeatedly destroying them. The toll on my hormones wasn’t so great either. I went through about 8 years of being dead. Out of the blue, I’d tell my husband I wanted a divorce, not because we had any fights or conflict, but because I couldn’t feel any love for him, and I wondered if I ever had. Then, I went through another series of traumas which look much more serious from the outside, but hurt so much less than the miscarriages. In the last two years, I’ve had I few weeks when I had three life-threatening conditions at once. I have had five surgeries, two broken bones, over a week in ICU, five operations, twelve rounds of chemo, five blood clots…..The list goes on, but I was so calm. My nurses cried holding my hand and told me what an inspiration I was to them. They didn’t understand that it wasn’t hard for me to be brave. Dead people can’t feel anything and they can’t feel fear. After a while, I started trying to do small things, but where as before, I had been dead, but able to still go through the motions, suddenly, I couldn’t even do that. I had avoided having another breakdown, or even crying at all, but I couldnt go through the motions any more. If a friend tried to talk to me, I’d either yell at them or cry. If the pharmacist made me wait for a prescription, I’d cry. If my husband gently corrected one of the kids, I’d get so upset, that I just wanted to kill myself. I quit going to my appointments and blocked my surgeons’ phone numbers so that they couldn’t harass me about it. I sobbed uncontrollably through PT, then quit going there too. My oncologist talked me into seeing a psychiatrist who diagnosed PTSD right away. He assured me, “We know what this is, and I’m certain that we can help you.” I’m on a variety of meds, and it has been a little over 6 months, and I’m definitely feeling better. I’m super grateful for my husband and tell him that I love him and appreciate him all day long. I’m able to do a few more things for myself. I’m looking forward to the future for the first time in a decade, but I know I can never go back to the person I was before. Instead, I think of it as serial lives. I’m a new person now, and I have choices, exciting choices about who that person becomes. I apologized to my sister for ghosting her and assured her that she had done nothing wrong; I was just non functional, so I have that closeness back. My 12 year old recently was also diagnosed with PTSD from my health emergencies. She started meds, and we are searching for a therapist for her. I’m grateful that she won’t have to suffer as long as I did because I just didn’t know what was wrong with me, or how to fix it. I’m sorry you are going through this, OP, but I’m glad you posted, because looking for a solution is a great first step in finding a solution!

I have had good success with this method, even though I know that is completely unsatisfying for other personalities. I love holidays. I always like to celebrate big. In fact, I’m already feeling happy since I decided I’m throwing a big Valentine’s Day party. My husband comes from a family where birthdays and holidays were no big deal. He was actually out of town on my birthday this year, so I planned what would make me happy. I got 4 of my kids and we packed a fancy picnic and went to the lake and had the best time ever. I even bought myself a birthday cake. I was happier planning what would make me happy than waiting around for my husband to do it for me. Our 30th anniversary is this summer. He wants to take me to Hawaii, but I don’t think I will be recovered from my second knee surgery enough by summer to enjoy myself. I told him to “Just give me a budget.” Which seems unromantic, but it will suit me better to plan what I will actually enjoy. I’m thinking of saving the money until next Christmas and then surprising the kids with a Disney cruise. I’ll still get a vacation, but I’ll get to choose where when and with whom. My husband is happier when I’m happier, so sometimes I just have to treat myself!

I believe my husband cherishes me, and that comes through in different ways. At our wedding, when the photographer wanted to take the photo of the groom trying to run away and the groomsmen holding him back, he was livid. Trying to get away from me is not something he could ever think was funny. He has the heart of a servant and does daily things for me like cleaning the kitchen, taking out trash, putting gas in my car, letting my dog out to go break, always offering to do chores for me if he can. For example if my alarm goes off to take the kids to early morning practice, he will check his calendar and if he doesn’t have a meeting, he will tell me to go back to sleep and he will take them. Yesterday, I walked in to take them to evening practice. He told me he finished up early, handed me a margarita and said he take him to the pool. When he went to the store on Sunday, he surprised me with champagne and king crab legs for no reason other than to make us feel cherished. He often brings me flowers and anything else I might want. When I ask him to turn off a light or close a door, he always replies, “As you wish.” Once I was throwing a fit because someone stole the adapter off my computer and I couldn’t plug it in. A few hours later, he gave me a box with 40 adapters in it and told me to hide them for emergencies. I don’t consider him to be smothering at all. We are both introverts, so we give each other a lot of space. One of the best things that he ever did for me was how he cared for the kids when I was in the hospital. He understood that they needed to have all of their routines and nothing that might stress them like being late for practice or his coming to the hospital to see me without them. He put caring for them to my standards first, and that allowed me to have a clear, unworried mind to make health decisions. He also made it clear that he trusts me, and that I get to decide, so he didn’t expect me to discuss options with him before making decisions with my doctors. When I was wheeled into surgery, the nurses said, “Oh, you poor thing, here all alone.” I had to explain that if my husband had come to the hospital, I’d be a sobbing mess worrying about how my children were holding up. It makes me feel cherished that he put what I wanted first. It was hard on him to be away and he was judged as not caring enough, but I knew that he cared enough to look bad for me to feel calmer. Over the holidays, my son’s girlfriend said that she loves how my husband treats me and she can see how my son emulates it with her, always making her tea exactly the way she likes it and generally waiting on her hand and foot. I think these relationships can work if both people want to serve the other’s best interest. I definitely try to repay my husband’s generosity to me. If I’m up early, I bring him coffee in bed. His mother only served cold cereal for breakfast, so my husband feels spoiled by bacon and eggs. So every day, I bring him a hot breakfast at his desk. We are coming up on out thirtieth anniversary, and I don’t think either of us could have been this happy with anybody else.

I have spent decades putting my family before myself. I don’t regret it, but I never made time for myself. All creative outlets were activities done with the kids, which isn’t really enough for an introvert like I am. Also, I’ve noticed that small snippets of time don’t help me. I’m slow to get started, but also slow to stop, so I need to carve out bigger chunks of time for myself. My psychiatrist has been working with me about engaging in my hobbies, so this is what we came up with. I don’t cook at all on the weekends. Kids can eat leftovers, get take out, cook for themselves or my husband cooks. This gives me a huge block of free time. I don’t pressure myself that I have to go be creative, but I have time when I can put in my ear buds and tune everyone out and focus on myself. I also have some space in the basement where I leave my crafts set up. When I feel like doing a little bit of sewing, I don’t have to go look for an extension cord or put away the laundry piled on my cutting mat. I make sure everything is set up and ready when I have time to sew. For me, it has made a big difference to carve out free time and make sure everything stays accessible. This works for me, because I’m still homeschooling, so I’m with the kids all week. If they were in school, I obviously couldn’t spend my weekends on myself.

I do not have a naturopathic doctor. I tried to find one when we first moved here to no avail. My oncologist is pretty knowledgeable though. I run everything my other doctors prescribe by her and sometimes she says, “Hand that to me, so I can dispose of it!” I definitely soak in Epsom salt every week and I spend time outside every day, so if there is sun, I’m going to get some!

I already take magnesium Glycinate and D3, so I will order Calcium Carbonate. Thank you! This is just what I needed to know.

I saw my oncologist today and great news, I am still cancer free, and my mental health has dramatically improved. As more urgent crises are getting resolved, I have attention for issues which have been on the back burner. I found out that the digestive issues I’ve had for the last 2 years is actually IBSD caused by my colon resection. My doctor explained that I just dont have enough colon left to properly digest my food. She wants me to start taking calcium to see if that will help with the IBS and also help with my bone density, but when I went to order some, I have no idea which kind to get. I thought id ask here and see if we have any calcium experts in the hive.

I do agree with much of this. I have no issue with coaches reminding kids to be good teammates and to be safe online. I don’t mind if someone wants to start a moderated space for kids to talk, but I don’t see how that prevents kids from having additional private group chats where they are able to say whatever they want. I don’t think it actually solves anything. I find bullying such a subjective concept, but my biggest issue with coaches involving themselves with what kids say over their private electronics is that the coaches do not have access to the actual conversations. They only know one family’s interpretation or maybe a screenshot with no context. One of the dad’s was telling me how when he reads his child’s text messages, it is always the kids that you least expect who are the worst behaved. The latest instigator is a bit of an Eddie Haskell. When the coach was talking to them, she kept raising her hand and asking, “But what do you do if you are constantly attacked and defending yourself makes you look like the mean girl?” Fortunately, the coach just rolled her eyes and said, “Are you honestly trying to tell me that you believe two wrongs make a right?” Also, outsiders don’t necessarily understand how friends talk to each other. Here is an adult example. My friend texted and asked me who was signed up to help us at the meet. I told her and she replied, “Oh, s**t, I hear she is a real pain in the butt to work with.” It was funny because it was someone we both adore and is pretty much my idea of perfection. But taken out of context and reported to someone with no access to the whole conversation, it looks very different. The adults who monitor the phones do talk to each other about it. I had one mom call me about something my 15 year old joked about her son. I was able to show her example after example of how that friend group teases each other and when they stop teasing you, that is when you know your kid is unpopular. She talked to him, and he said that I was completely right and he was worried about his chemistry test, not my daughter’s text. Another time, I saw a girl write something out of frustration that really could have been taken the wrong way. I immediately called her mom, and told her to delete it because other parents may get the wrong idea. She was so appreciative of the heads up. My opinion is also colored by past history with the coaches. A few years ago, they made a huge deal about some supposed text bullying, and in the end, they had never seen a single bit of evidence that it was true. Just an anonymous parent complained, so everyone is getting lectured and punished. I said,” I’ve gone over every single exchange and none of what was alleged ever happened, not even something that could be misinterpreted as mean.” Years later, I told a coach that I’m still pissed about how that was handled and she said,”Oh, that had nothing to do with your family. It was all just the girls from a certain middle school.” So why was my family brought into the drama. There is one last reason that I feel strongly that the coaches shouldn’t be involved. When this was going on with my older daughter, she was actually cordial to a girl who wasn’t her favorite and is a bit of a loaner. We invited her over to spend the night and work on craft projects. The girl’s birthday was during a meet, and my daughter brought her a gift. Once the coaches started interfering and trying to force friendships, my daughter never wanted anything more to do with her. Another girl went to that certain middle school and was always sweet to my daughter’s face, but would trash her behind her back. It never occurred to me to complain to the coaches. Now, they are good friends and hang out and go thrifting together. When I remind my kid about how the other girl used to treat her, she just laughs and says,”Well, yeah, when we were about 8! I’m sure I’ve said worse!” This makes me feel like if their are parents monitoring their kids phones and talking to each other there is actually more hope for team unity than if coaches try to control something they actually can not control.

Plot twist! I just found out it was my closest friend who went to the coach and complained. She told me that she believes what is being said in the group chat is bleeding over to their behavior at practice. Her daughter as well as mine are being put down, but they are both super confident kids which I believe is part of what makes them threatening. It is unusual for 12 and 13 year old girls to just be really happy being themselves. Here is an example. Last night a girl posted a triangle of the group hierarchy. She put herself on top, my daughter on the bottom and my friend’s daughter next to the bottom. My kid just laughed but her friend asked for a blank form to “fix” it. She put the coach on top and in the middle wrote “everybody else”. I thought that was a perfect response. I feel like it is a learning experience for how to deal with problem people. In any case, I got agreement from the board that it is outside of the coaches jurisdiction, so we will work on clarifying that with the coaches and other parents.

My 12 and 15 year olds have phones and iPads and computers. I monitor what they do online and their electronics are not in their rooms or in use after bedtime or before their school work is completed. They are on some group chats with kids from their sports team. Every once in awhile, a parent gets upset about what it being discussed or the language being used. When I see these things, I talk to my girls about what is being said and go back over how nothing you text ever goes away and how it can come back to haunt people when they least expect it. When certain other parents see something they don’t approve of, they go and complain to the coach that they don’t like some other kid’s phone behavior. I don’t understand this. The coaches don’t have access to the content on the kids’ phones, and yet, time after time, practice is interrupted by lectures from the coaches about the kids’ behavior online. I wouldn’t mind if it was just a reminder to be nice to each other or to be careful what they say online, but the coaches really seem to feel like they have authority over what kids do or say when they are at home. I’m bringing it to the board and asking them to clarify to coaches that they need to focus on what goes on in the water, and leave the parenting to parents. But I trust the hive to give me the other perspective, so I’m asking if anyone has been in this situation, and if they have been fine with it.

I put soapstone counters in my kitchen about 7 years ago. I also love them. I like the matte finish so scratches don’t bother me. I use mineral oil to refresh the color and finish every once in awhile. I’d choose soapstone again in my next kitchen.

When we were selling our handmade soap people always wanted reassurance that it was chemical-free. I’d just say, “That would be a little challenging considering how H2O is a chemical.” Not everyone was capable of understanding that.

I am a person who still loves toys and doesn’t mind clutter, but from decades on this board, I’ve learned that sometimes the toys and clutter are very upsetting to other families. This has made me think about how I would handle it if there is a mismatch between my preferences and those of the parents of my future grandchildren. 1. We plan to have our own giant playroom at our house. That way, when grandkids visit, we can play with them and share the toys we love without causing mess at their own homes. 2. Gifts of time. My best friend is a single mother of one. I’m a married mother of five. Gift giving was unbalanced because my kids already had a billion toys and she didn’t need to be buying 5 extra gifts every holiday. She started giving them experiences instead such as the year she hosted a costume tea party. We used her good china and silver and ate fancy treats and even the grown ups dressed up. We ended up walking down the street, and delivering tiny pastries to her elderly neighbors, which brightened their day. My kids still love looking at the photos from that day 10 years later. 3. What I remember most about my grandmother was how she would take me to get library books whenever I visited her, and she would let me try on all of her hats and costume jewelry. I would listen to stories on LP while she cooked. I even remember going with her to the salon when she got her hair done, but I don’t remember a single gift, and that is okay. If my grandchildren’s parents asked me not to buy toys, I would absolutely give them some diapers, in fancy wrapping paper! And then I would try to carve out a little place in my house to keep some special things for them for when they visit. It might only be a bookshelf where I’d start a collection of pop up books and puzzles and toys that they don’t necessarily ever take home.

This may be totally off of the mark, but the blood pressure part of this reminded me that I take a beta blocker that controls the physical aspects of my own anxiety. Since I started it, 6 months ago, I no longer get to that point at all. I’m able to deal with challenging situations without the added physical symptoms and anger.

One of my adult daughters struggles with anxiety, and the anxiety in my family has some OCD characteristics, so I know how debilitating the obsessive ruminations can be. I don’t see a way to reason one’s way out of obsession. My daughter’s COVID anxiety was edging into mania, and her thoughts were so intrusive that she just stopped sleeping. I reassured her that I completely respected any boundary she wanted to put in place to keep herself safe, but I just wanted her to ask herself, “Is this really what I believe and what I want, or is this my anxiety speaking?” My experience with my siblings, myself and my other children has been that our anxiety just gets worse and worse without medication, even if we have had decades of talk therapy, exercise every day, avoid caffeine, alcohol and sugar. It just isn’t enough. This daughter is against medication, which I also respect. She is celiac and once almost died from an allergic reaction to antibiotics. However, when she hit rock bottom, I did talk her into taking two different forms of magnesium, a time released B complex, D3, a good multi vitamin, L-tryptophan and Valarian root to sleep. Within just a few days, her mind slowed down enough that she was able to push through and do the hard things she needed to do to get to where she wanted to be. We share an Amazon account, so I can see that she is reordering her vitamins whenever she gets low. She even rode the train to visit me at Christmas after practically not leaving her house for 2 years. For me, I think the degree of Covid caution that she had could be reasonable for a different person. I’m not saying she was trying to be “too safe”. But there is a line where it can start working against your best interest rather than for it. When a person KNOWS that their thoughts and actions are making their lives unmanageable but they just can’t stop, that is when they need help.

I had so many episodes of fainting as a teen. I tend towards both low blood sugar and low blood pressure. I remember having tons of testing done because my dad wanted to make sure it wasn’t something more serious. Even now, I have permission to go to the nurses I know and get labs drawn through my port rather than go to Quest where I’m likely to get anxious. I think it is possible that a vagal response triggered the panic attack. I left this part out of the story, but the first time he tried to put the needle in, my daughter tensed up. She is tiny for her age, but she swims at least 2 hours a day and is as hard as a rock, so when she tensed up, the syringe shot across the room. I think that if that hadn’t have happened she would have probably been okay. Having to get ready again for a second poke put her over the edge. Our pharmacist is so great. He even offered to hire her to do some jobs around the pharmacy so that when she has to go back for her second shot, it will feel even more safe and familiar. I was grateful that when this happened, there were medical professionals there who were able to identify it as a panic attack. I immediately was able to get her an appointment with the pediatric psychiatrist for next month, but my daughter said, “There is no way I can wait that long!” So I took her to her PCP who said he could tell by looking at her, plus our family history that she needed meds. My only point is that for some people getting a shot is no big deal. For other people, it can be very stressful, but no matter what, my kid is still getting fully vaccinated.

When I had my first fainting at a blood draw, the people present did think I was having a seizure. I do plan to have her lie down for the next shot, because that is helpful for me. Her doctors feel sure that it was related to her anxiety. She has been on Lexapro for several weeks now, and she is showing improvements already in several areas such as she has always stayed up reading until 3 or 4 am because she just could. not. sleep. Now, she closes her eyes at bedtime and drifts right off to sleep. I imagine they will have to up her dosage in January to help her depression, but we hang to try a full 6 weeks on the lowest dosage before increasing it.

Yes. I have had the Vagal response. I told her that when that happens to me, I wet my pants when I pass out, so she is at least lucky that she missed that part! I was already playing phone tag with the psychiatrist before this happened because of her increasing anxiety and depression, but that is a really good point. I was happy that it happened in front of our family pharmacist, because he was able to confirm what I was seeing.

My 12 year old had a panic attack when she got her first Covid shot. She slid off of the stool and lost consciousness. She could hear our pharmacist saying, “She is having a panic attack.” but thought she was dreaming. Once she woke up, she could tell me that her arm didn’t even hurt, but she couldn’t stop shaking and crying out. Fortunately, I have seen allergic reactions, so it didn’t even occur to me that she was having one. Otherwise, I might have been having a panic attack of my own! The next day, she had another one at swim practice where she felt her eyesight going dim, and it felt like her teammates were pushing in on her. We got her an appointment with a pediatric psychiatrist, and she has started antidepressants. So, yes, I do think that shots can be more stressful than just a pinch for some kids, but that isn’t going to stop me from taking her to get her second shot next week. I know that the potential risk from the shot is still much less than the potential risk from her getting sick with Covid. As a reward for getting her second shot, we are going to let her skip a week of school and practice to visit one of her adult sisters and have “cooking camp” with her. My 15 year old got a $50 card in the mail for getting her vaccine. I don’t know if it was a drawing, because her friends didn’t get one.

This is where I am too. I tell my kids that we are all someplace on a spectrum of Covid concern/cautiousness and not to worry about where other people are on the spectrum and not to be worried about what other people think about where they themselves fall. It is just wasted energy at a time when we all need to be kind to ourselves and to each other. I consider myself cautious. I have had 3 shots. We have never gone back to indoor church. I haven’t eaten in a restaurant in two years. I wear a mask whenever I leave the house, including when I’m outside and people are more than six feet away from me. No one in our household goes to school or works outside of the home. No one in our family has gotten Covid so far. But…..about 3 times a year I let my kids have a party at home with their little core group of friends who are all vaccinated. I feel like this is really important to my own kids as well as their friends. My 12 year old just started Lexapro for panic attacks, so I really want to balance Covid safety with mental health. However, to my oldest daughter, I am pretty insane for having people in the house. Ever. Her level of caution is much higher than mine. I’m so grateful that she is respectful and accepting of our different situations and our different choices. I have a friend who is the poster child for obnoxious Covid denier. Fortunately, she is in another state, so I can’t actually be infected by her. I’m pretty dumbfounded by the choices she makes. She caught Covid at an outdoor festival. I was surprised until she told me that she was sharing food with strangers. She has preexisting conditions. Her mother-in-law died from Covid early on. And yet she just says, “I’m going to do what I want to do.” I will admit that it is difficult for me to not be judgmental, but I remind myself that number 1, I don’t know everything, and number 2, alienating her will only make things worse. My only chance of changing her mind is to listen, and be respectful and share my own feelings and try to set an example for her, as well as give her a gracious way out if she does start changing her mind. I also try to have an open mind in terms of understanding why she is so different from the way I am, and how those differences are really positive and important in other areas of our lives. Basically, the last 2 years have sucked. In addition to Covid, I’ve had aggressive cancer, 2 weeks in ICU,5 surgeries, 2 broken bones, a diagnosis of PTSD, 12 rounds of chemo and pretty much continuous pain of one type or another. I’m doing the best I can, and I’m so grateful for the family and friends who give me grace when I make mistakes. I want to be that person for everybody I love, because if Covid dies off, and my relationships are fractured, Covid wins, and I’m determined not to let that happen.

When one of my adult kids was in a severe depressive state, he couldn’t get out of bed to keep his psychiatry appointments and got fired by the practice. He went off of his meds cold turkey and seemed to be okay for awhile. Then one day, I noticed he was agitated and he started telling me things that I knew were not true. First he said that his psychiatrist had diagnosed him with schizophrenia. I calmly told him that I would check his medications, and see if he was ever prescribed anything for schizophrenia. Then his story changed and he said she was going to diagnose him, but he begged her not to. He also kept apologizing for the horrible things he had done, like fighting with his sister’s friend when he came over, and ruining the day. Except we were all here, and he was really nothing but fun and gracious. He had such a hard time believing that the fight never happened, but he said that he knew I never lied to him, so he had to believe me. This made him panic more because he couldn’t trust his own memories. He brain was telling him that all of the worst things he could imagine were true. He would ask me, “Are you trying to tell me that I don’t say horrifically racist and homophobic things?” And I would try to convince him that the opposite was actually true. One morning, he was full of guilt because he thought his dad had broken down his door and yelled at him for wasting money by leaving his fan on all night. His dad never says one word about how much money we spend. He is just the opposite. I had to show him that there were no marks on the door. He was obviously very worried about “losing his mind.” So I showed him that schizophrenic delusions have different characteristics like imagining aliens in the trash can, but delusions from extreme anxiety are more like what he was experiencing. His brain was telling him that his worst fears were true. We were able to call a hotline connected to our insurance. They talked to him, and said that his symptoms were absolutely connected to going off of his meds. They were able to get him an appointment with a primary care doctor who just refilled what his previous psychiatrist prescribed. Then we found him a psychiatrist who has been able to adjust medication and be flexible with appointments, such as just talking to him on the phone when he doesn’t feel up to a real appointment. That was all two years ago and he is stable and has a serious girlfriend and is rediscovering his old hobbies He was so fun and engaged with his siblings over the holidays. Honestly, I never dreamed he would ever be in such a good place again. I hope that your loved one recovers as well and that it turns out to be something easy to treat.

My oldest’s name is Madeleine. My sister begged me not to name her that because “All of the other kids will call her Mad.” Guess who called her Mad? My sister. Fortunately, she turned out to be the least angry person on the planet. I know a kid whose middle name is Danger. He isn’t much of a risk taker. I don’t have an issue with the name Meeno. If fact, I like it better than many of the more popular names.

My 15 year old was teasing me because I have learning disabilities to begin with and I also went through 12 rounds of chemo. She has a credit card in her name and she was saying, “It is no issue to confuse you, because I only have to say, ‘Don’t you remember telling me to order this for myself? You were absolutely adamant that I do it immediately.’ “ It isn’t true gaslighting, because she isn’t really trying to trick me, just pointing out how absolutely easy it would be to do so.