“How ridiculous is it that you have to lie to your family about what’s really going on?”
This question was posed by my husband yesterday after I asked him what the story was when my stepmom texted asking about my head (she wasn’t very specific and I didn’t know how to answer).
No, not those head problems. Legit head problems (in the eyes of our family) to cover up the real head problems.
Since I haven’t ventured out much the past week-plus, my husband has had to cover for me to explain my absence at a couple of family gatherings.
“Her sinuses are acting up.”
“She’s having migraines.”
“She’s under the weather today.”
Sam is right; it is ridiculous that I can’t tell at least my dad and stepmom and my in-laws what is going on. But we know all too well their opinions when it comes to mental health issues (“fake conditions the doctors and pill companies created to get rich, you just need to pray, those are problems crazies have that should be locked up”) plus the tendency to gossip. So, we’re not going the truthful route for obvious reasons.
Know what I told Little Man when he asked what was wrong last week?
“The medicine mommy was taking wasn’t helping, so she stopped and will be feeling sick for a while.”
He asked a few questions, I explained a bit about brain chemistry, and that was that. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, Mom.”
So simple. So accepting. No judgment. Just love.
I’ve said, a lot of you guys have said it, but I’ll go there again–we can learn so much from kids.