Monday, February 13, 2012

Daddy Therapy

My mother has a habit of closing things really tightly as if there is poison inside the jar or flowing from the faucet of everything she seals. Since my right side is not as strong as my left from the stroke, it is often very frustrating to not be able to open these things.

Today I once again explained that I can't open faucets when she does this. I truly believe that sometimes she forgets I went through what I did which is kind of nice sometimes, I guess. This creeps in when I am tired and slur and she asks me if I'm drunk and I have to again remind her of what happens when I just can't focus on sounding proper when I'm too sleepy to care.

This morning I spoke to my father and vented my frustrations to him. It was only after I got off the phone that I realized that he too must have gone through this having his stroke a little over 10 years ago. Just as my mom forgets I went through this at moments, I forget my Dad did too. It's always interesting to speak to him about my troubles or frustrations with recovery because he almost never puts his own experiences into the conversation. He takes the Daddy card and listens intently and tries to make me feel better which he almost always does. Next time I have one of these moments, I have to remember to ask him if this ever happened to him and remember, I have my own little support group right in front of me.


  1. Hi Eljon,
    You don't know how thrilled I am to have found you! I had a stroke September 19, 2011; I'm only 21. The last 5-6 months have been so lonely. It is so helpful to know there are people my age (or close to) who are or were dealing with the same stuff I am. I'm excited to read your posts.

  2. Heidi!

    So glad that you found the blog. I started this to find people like you! Please keep in touch. I would love it if you would guest blog about your experience if you feel up to it. What is your email addy?


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  4. My e-mail:
    I would love to guest blog. Send me an e-mail and I'll think about how to compose my experience. I've thought about starting a blog to (the same as you) reach out to others going through this, but I can't seem to get my thoughts together enough. Hopefully, I can pull myself together and get to typing. :)