One of the hardest decisions to make is asking for help. Having no- where and no-one to turn to makes that decision a little easier.
Pride would keep me from begging, but the suffering of those around me trumps any imperative that I have to retain any of what little I have left.
My parents and I entered into a loose agreement that they would help me out by purchasing a house for me. It also helped their credit situation which is why they were looking to begin with, and I was paying rent elsewhere.
It was incorporated into the mortgage so it was paid through my payments every month and they weren’t out any money. The bank fiddled with the numbers to make it work for them.
I became sick 2 yrs after the purchase, I was deathly ill, growing large lumps everywhere starting over my eye and down into my face, neck, thyroid, into my arm and back. Chronic fatigue and pain became my constant companions.
I was 34 and in the best shape of my life when this happened, you know, the epiphany you have at around 30. I went from doing backhand springs in the park with my kids to being unable to even lift my feet or my head without trembling, jerking and shaking from the exertion it caused. It was worse than that of course, the mental fatigue is exhausting. At 48, I move like I have Parkinsons and sound like I have Alzheimer’s. I shake from any exertion mental & physical, and lose more of my cognitive abilities steadily. I am also losing my eyesight due to the damage this sickness, infection, whatever it is, is robbing me of everything. They have no idea what is affecting my immune system or nervous system.
I received no benefits from where I worked when I became sick or help from WCB or AISH or my doctors.
After staying home and raising my kids, I was ready to start life! It was the cruelest blow.
I grew up in an alcoholic abusive home, My step-father is a mean drunk and my mother is an enabler. She picks and picks and nags until he becomes enraged and physical.