By Ox Drover
A thought struck me the other day as I was musing ”¦ many people today have at least thought about how they want things to proceed when they come toward the end of their lives. Do they want to be “kept on life support” with feeding tubes and ventilators and lying unconscious in an intensive care nursing unit?
Is that kind of “life” really anything but prolonging drying? Or, is it possible that if you stayed there with mechanical life support, that you might actually wake up and heal, and go on and enjoy more time in a healthy life? Many of us have made decisions which we have placed into “Living Wills” and have appointed someone to be our decision maker if we can’t make our own decision at the time. (BTW if you don’t have a living will which is legally valid, your nearest relative or your spouse will be automatically appointed.)
When the time came to make the decision about providing life support for my husband with the terrible burns he had, between the medical knowledge I had about his chances of survival (zero) and his wishes, there was no decision to make, nothing could have helped him live longer, only prolong the unavoidable.
In my career as a registered nurse practitioner I have watched families vacillate over whether to put their loved one on mechanical life support, to take them off, or put in a feeding tube or to take one out. I have seen them cry and fight and have seen childhood jealousies come to the front to make decisions which should have been made by a cooler head.
Life support and psychopaths
As I was musing about these physical end of life life-supports, I thought about the fact that sometimes in my relationships I’ve done the same thing. I’ve kept a relationship that was essentially “brain dead and suffering” on life support, loath to let it die a natural and peaceful death by just not sustaining it artificially any more. Hoping against hope that it might improve if I just gave it enough time and energy. Later realizing that I had expended a tremendous amount of energy sustaining this relationship which only became sicker and sicker, sucked away resources I could have used for other more positive things.
Looking back, hindsight is always 20/20, I can see that I kept my relationship with my psychopathic son on life-support from the time he was 17, and when I went to the local jail to get him, as he walked up to me and my husband he said, “What the f&%k took you so long?” At that time, I said to the jailer, “Sir, there’s a problem, this isn’t my son, because my son wouldn’t talk to me like that, take this young man back upstairs.” Right then I had seen the relationship was dead, there was no mutuality about it, there was no respect for me, or for my position as his mother.
But I couldn’t conceive that my relationship with my son couldn’t be somehow miraculously saved by some magical miracle so that “everything would be all right.”
So because I couldn’t stand the thought or the pain of pulling the rest of the life support for the relationship, I put it back on life support and kept it there for decades after that. Even when it took turns for the worse and he wound up not just in juvy jail, but it big-boy’s prison for a felony robbery, then back again for murder.
I kept on refusing to let myself disconnect from the corpse of our relationship, refused to let it die a natural death , and feel the grief. In my prolonged denial of how seriously flawed our relationship was, I tortured myself with hope. Hope that was unfounded on reality, malignant hope that my son might survive inside this corpse of a soul.
Had to pull the plug
Eventually there came a time when I realized that the relationship was not repairable. I could not, medicine could not, nothing could fix the relationship, and in addition the relationship on life support was poisoning everything about itself—including me. It was requiring all the energy I had to keep it as the living dead. It was a source of contagion that used my energy, infected other relationships around it and me. I had to pull the plug and let it go, in order to survive.
I actually had a memorial service for the boy that was, the little boy I had grown to love so much, oh gosh was he cute, but he’s no longer living, and my relationship with him is only in my memory. Just as my late husband and I are only in my memory. Yet, by letting both of them go, and doing the appropriate and painful grieving, I have released those good memories to be enjoyed and loved the rest of my life.
Nothing should outlast its time. When something is dead or broken and can’t be fixed, it is time for us to let it go. Cherish the memories if we can, but let the rest of it go.
Thank you KatyDid, Yep, he was a special spirit—one of unlimited courage and gentleness, coupled with a giving heart, and unbounded energy to work (which he thought of as play.) He had his own fan club from the middle schools we demonstrated the Collie’s herding abilities to, and there are hundreds of letters to him, and pictures of him drawn by the children that he enjoyed so much. Thank you for your warn words of comfort!
Well, I have taken a while to think about it. Thanks, Wini, for your suggestion. I am a list-maker by nature and writing everything down really helped!
I know that I did a lot of wrong things, but I also know that I was not the ORIGINATOR of these bad ideas. My fault lies in the fact that I went along with it. But for the great majority of the time, I sincerely tried to direct this guy and our relationship into good territory. I almost always countered his bad suggestions with reasons why they weren’t a good idea, and with the fact that he was trying to corrupt me and commit sin and hurt others.
I told him point-blank, “You are like a drug to me,” and “I admit I have a weakness here, please don’t exploit that,” hoping he would take pity and stop trying to get me to do something I really didn’t want to do but that I felt helpless to fight against. Any protests I made he either ignored, or told me I “always take everything way too serious.” He obviously was going to exploit me if he could – to him, if you found a $20 bill in the street, you’d pick it up, right? Well, there I stood, lonely and needy, so … it was a no-brainer to him.
I could give him a whole dissertation on how to live right, how to be a good person, why he shouldn’t look at things so selfishly, etc., but nothing ever sunk in. In fact, he would sometimes look at me and say, “Are you done yet?” (semi-jokingly) so he could continue as he pleased.
I did see a pattern in my own behavior that I do feel bad about. I first became aware of evil (through his stories of his life), then tolerant of evil (after all, he can’t change overnight, can he?), then curious about evil (through his urging and my wanting to understand him), then eventually a participant in it.
But, another revelation was the fact that whether I did 10% wrong or 50% wrong, God forgives me 100%! All this guilt and blame and percentages just don’t matter. I have to forgive myself and accept God’s forgiveness. Otherwise the guilt is keeping me tied to him, by me trying to fix what “I did wrong.” And believe me, he uses that.
So although I did not do everything right, that is different than actively setting out to corrupt him. He was already corrupted, I wasn’t. “Bad company corrupts good character.” He used to joke to me, “Come to the dark side, we have cookies!” I thought that his being able to joke about it meant he was becoming self-aware of his badness and need to change, now I think it meant just what he said! In fact, I know he has talked two of his girlfriends into using drugs, although they both were very much against it. He has told me in seriousness that he has a “black soul”, and similar things, but I only tried to talk him out of that.
Re-reading my post above I see that I am almost making excuses for why I can’t kick him out. The addiction is the main reason, period. I feel like I have to break free first. You guys are exactly right about No Contact, it helps tremendously to clear your head. I only occasionally run into him very briefly now.
The main problem with moving forward is that he cannot understand why I don’t let everything be in the past. He says he’s sorry for anything he did (although he cannot or will not name anything specific he did). He says I “make way too big a deal out of everything”. He says he is going to live right, that he has an appropriate girlfriend, and is getting his life together. I say, this is all fine and good, but what about what you have put me through up until this point? His only answer is that I’m just being mean. And, after all, if someone says they are going to straighten up, and if they do show some signs of it, shouldn’t I just forgive and forget?
On the other hand, I say to him, why should I have to watch you conduct your new relationship with your girlfriend right here in our “family”? (Even though I don’t want him back, it is very hurtful to see her. Maybe I am too sensitive?) And he doesn’t understand why he can’t just start calling me Mom again and I do the mom-like things again and all is well. He makes me feel very unforgiving and unloving.
I believe I have been everything I know how to be to him, trying to help him, but it has never been enough. “You give him an inch, he takes a mile.” I was his tutor and mentor, but he wanted a family relationship. So we treated him like family, but he wanted more from me. He lured me into an inappropriate relationship although I clearly said many times I didn’t want it. Now that he is through with that, he wants me to be “Mom” again, and can’t understand why I am holding a grudge.
I think it’s sick, because my Real Son (whom I am extremely proud of) would never do ANY of these things to me, wouldn’t even dream of it. I don’t see how I can go back to the family relationship, except maybe from guilt, and to cover up the horrible things that have happened. It’s sad, though, because the “happy family” scenario is what I always wanted in all of this, now it is ME that is going to keep that from happening. Or so it seems.
Dear Just dreaming.
I thinkn you have said “a mouthful” in your above posts and I am very glad fo ryou that you seem to have “seen the light” and what it means to try to deal with a psychopath.
Both Jesus and The Apostle Paul told us that if a “brother” offend us (sins against us) we should go to them privately and try to get them to see what the sin in their life is, if that doesn’t work, go back with witnesses, if that doesn’t work, go with the church. If that doesn’t work, then treat them like a heathen (a person who practices wickedness) or a publican (crooked tax collector) and do not associate with them. Not even to eat with them.
If that is not “no contact” I don’t know what is. It is also good advice for OUR safety.
YOu have acknowledged your own sin, done your best to make amends for your part in it, asked God to forgive you, worked on forgiving yourself, have tried to talk to the psychopathic “son” and I think by now realize he is NOT going to change his stripes or spots, so NC is the only option.
I know we all want a “happy family” of friends and blood relatives, but sometimes our “happy family” is not a large group.
NO it is not you that is going to keep from having a “happy family” it is HIM==who expects you to continue to associate with him and pretend that “none of this ever happened.”
IT DID HAPPEN, HE HAS NOT REPENTED, HE HAS NOT ACKNOWLEDGED, AND HE WILL NOT CHANGE.
That is the very reason I went NC with my own egg donor, she was not going to acknowledge that she hurt me, not acknowledge that she lied and tried to hurt me, etc. and I was not going to “let’s pretend none of this ever happened.” That is NOT what God commands….he says “confess your sins one to another”—so if I have sinned against you, I must confess it to YOU, make amends, show repentence, and not expect you to hold me guiltless or pretend it didn’t happen.
If I rob a bank, and totally confess and totally repent of having done it, I STILL GET THE CONSEQUENCES and get to go to jail.
Keep on the road toward healing, Just dreaming, you are making good progress and stay NC. (((Hugs)))) and God bless.
Happy Birthday too me – it’s raining cat’s and dog’s and a cold front.. perfect BD gift to me…
Happy, happy Birthday, Hens!!!!!!
Enjoy your day of rainy bliss. Perfect for a good read, culed up with the weiners.
HENS!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HENRY, YOU LOOK LIKE A WEINER AND YOU ACT LIKE ONE TOOOOOO!!
(And you know THAT’S a compliment!)
big hug and best wishes,
one step
(next year….http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=7348929)
Happy Birthday Hens!
“Inside every older person is a younger person –
wondering what the hell happened.”
– Cora Harvey Armstrong
Enjoy every moment…spath free and tons more wisdom
thank you Kim, One and Bullet,,,onestep I prolly smell like a weiner too ~! Rain has stopped so off to work I go too make some dollars…
DEar Henry,
Happy birthday!!!! and if you love me share some of that rain with me!!!!!
Hens, Happy Birthday! 😀
Make that wish count when you blow out the candles!!