In this modern age of self-empowerment one is never expected to be helpless. Images of whiny little women in bubble curls and heels fretting over the possibility of a chipped nail come to mind. Women have pushed through, toughened up, and moved on from that era, right? Right? So what do you do if you happen to be truly helpless? What do you do if you've pushed through to the point even your pioneer great-grandmothers would be proud, grinned in the face of terrible pain, and compensated for natural weakness with exceptional wiles and
still need help??? It's a question that plagues me often.
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Breaking news! This isn't true ↑And it's harming truly helpless women!
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The first time I needed help was after D was born in '09. I was a single mom then and just beginning to figure out my health problems. I had a tiny 2 bedroom apartment, no job, and still couldn't manage to keep house and mind the girls at the same time. Fortunately, I was fellowshipping with the local Old German Baptist Brethren and the ladies there came out a couple times a week to help with housework, and even took the girls for the occasional weekend sleepover to help me catch up. But I didn't look sick. I looked lazy and depressed. So eventually there was a bit of a talking-to by some of the concerned Older Women in the church (whom I still love and hold in high regard) and my mother. I was pretty young in my diagnosis, but we'd started to figure out what meds would work, so I figured maybe I was being lazy and depressed. I had been contemplating going on disability, but instead I decided to try and up my game and be less of a burden. Within a few months I found a job at Amazon, and a few months after that left the church. I still wasn't managing well at home, but I really didn't want to burden anyone with my illness since it's wasn't going away and was only likely to get worse as I age.
On the upside, leaving the church freed me up to marry again, which is against doctrine there (a point of scripture which I was always a bit back and forth about, considering various scriptures and their interpretations, but that's for another post). And marry I did! I found my husband, G, while in training to become a Kindle specialist and nine months later we were wed. He really understands the burden Sjögren's has placed on me and is extremely accommodating. Let's face it, he spoils the heck out of me when he can, and hugs the stress out of me when he can't. But this marriage has also brought with it two new baby boys in rapid succession and the pregnancies have taken their toll and made my condition worse. Not as bad as some have it, but still as bad as I've ever been. I've also
come to find that my husband is unable to handle the stresses of both work and housekeeping. Not unwilling, but unable just the same.
That brings me back to my question: where do I turn for help? When the laundry is piling up, the floors are covered with randomness and dirt, the lawn needs mowed, the drive needs weeded, the dishes need done, the food needs to be prepped and cooked, and my children need loving attention, what do I do? I usually break down and cry.
At one point in time, ages ago, folks were much more accepting of the helpless people in their lives. Having a poor constitution was excuse enough for being unable to do the things ordinary folks do. Neighbors and family helped out, pitched in, and showed some pity. Now, in this advanced age of medicine, folks lend more advice than practical help. What I should take, what I should eat, how I should exercise to get myself back up and running. Anything to help
me take care of
me and my family. One thing I almost never hear is "I'm sure you're doing everything you can already, so how can I help?" Because, readers, I am doing everything I can already. I'm taking everything I can safely take, I'm on a very restricted diet, and I'm exercising to the maximum I can do safely. Other advice I often hear is that I should contact the government/social service agencies for help. After all, it's their job, isn't it? Wwweeeellllll..... yes and no. You see, I contacted several government/social service people. I even applied for disability (still working on that). And the only help they could offer is 'personal care' such as bathing, help with toileting (ewww, so not needed), help with meals for me only, but not my kids, absolutely NO housework as that's too much of a burden for even them to handle. The second best thing I could find was a group of local ladies who could help out during a hard pregnancy with once-a-week light duty stuff. Each week the house would be just as bad as the week before because I hadn't the strength to keep it up in between and let's face it, kids sense when mama's broken and take advantage of it to wreak havoc. That's not to say I let them run amok, but being able to provide the hand-in-hand discipline necessary to teach them to tidy up after themselves is pretty hard when you lack strength to keep up with them.
So here I am. A disabled mom with a 7y/0, 4y/o, 23m/o, and a 7m/o nursling, still helpless. Still pushing through, still tough, but still in need of help. Now, dear reader, I don't write this as a personal plea for help (though offers will not by any means be turned down), but as a general plea to stop and think. There are so many in this world with chronic illness, both young and old, mothers, fathers, grandparents, children, and they need your help! Not your sympathy, not your advice, not your pity, not your criticism, just your help and loving companionship. It's a lonely, difficult place to be when you're stuck in a home you love and see it crumbling around you. Too weak to manage, too weak to get yourself and your children to church or the park or parenting groups to make meaningful connections with folks who might help, if they knew you better, too weak to keep your children from having to grow up a little faster than all the other kids. Make it less lonely. Come over for coffee and a visit. Offer to run to a doctor's appointment or go grocery shopping and help with the kids. Offer to ride along to church and sit together. Offer to come over and lend a hand with the housework. Never show disdain, never expect it to be better next time because you helped last time. If your friend has a good day and is able to get up and out and show some energy, don't think they're better! Don't think they've faked the weakness! Celebrate with them and help them have a good time while it lasts! Because I guarantee that with chronic illness, it won't last for long. Please, reach out, connect, and
help!