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<blockquote data-quote="nlj" data-source="post: 652053" data-attributes="member: 17650"><p>I think I knew, when my first child was born, 30 years ago, that I now had a new family and was maybe at a crossroads. I like your choice of words "rejoin the fold". It has shades of almost religious obligations about it. I tried with her again then. The new grandmother. It didn't work. Self-obsession doesn't ride well with young grandchildren, they're too full of their own self-obsession at that age and most of her antics went straight over their heads, so they weren't much use to her as an audience. </p><p></p><p>So she stopped bothering with them.</p><p>She wouldn't know my troubled son if she walked past him in the street, even if he'd had a wash and shave and cut his hair. She wouldn't know any of them. Her choice.</p><p>Sad. </p><p></p><p>I tried again when I adopted my youngest step-daughter ten years ago after she made a big fuss about being interested, but stopped taking her to my mother's house completely around two years ago. What 8 year old should have to listen to her step-grandmother's wailing self-pity, groans and tales of how she'll be 'dead soon'. It's abusive.</p><p></p><p>I've been listening to that myself for more than 50 years (and she's still here).</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Yes.</p><p>It's a game.</p><p>It's a personality disorder.</p><p>She still doesn't get that I don't play the game anymore. Still.</p><p></p><p>Her 'boyfriend' phoned me last night. Late. They kept her in but she's stable now, but she has to stick to a sensible diet. I told him that neither he nor I could forcefeed her. He made a big fuss about giving me the direct phone number to the diabetes* team so that I could get all the information about my mother and what I could do to help.</p><p></p><p>I didn't write it down.</p><p></p><p>(I'm glad you like the avatar, owls figure quite prominently in my life, fantastic birds.)</p><p></p><p>*now permanently renamed 'dramabetes'</p><p>(see Susiestar's post)</p><p><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="nlj, post: 652053, member: 17650"] I think I knew, when my first child was born, 30 years ago, that I now had a new family and was maybe at a crossroads. I like your choice of words "rejoin the fold". It has shades of almost religious obligations about it. I tried with her again then. The new grandmother. It didn't work. Self-obsession doesn't ride well with young grandchildren, they're too full of their own self-obsession at that age and most of her antics went straight over their heads, so they weren't much use to her as an audience. So she stopped bothering with them. She wouldn't know my troubled son if she walked past him in the street, even if he'd had a wash and shave and cut his hair. She wouldn't know any of them. Her choice. Sad. I tried again when I adopted my youngest step-daughter ten years ago after she made a big fuss about being interested, but stopped taking her to my mother's house completely around two years ago. What 8 year old should have to listen to her step-grandmother's wailing self-pity, groans and tales of how she'll be 'dead soon'. It's abusive. I've been listening to that myself for more than 50 years (and she's still here). Yes. It's a game. It's a personality disorder. She still doesn't get that I don't play the game anymore. Still. Her 'boyfriend' phoned me last night. Late. They kept her in but she's stable now, but she has to stick to a sensible diet. I told him that neither he nor I could forcefeed her. He made a big fuss about giving me the direct phone number to the diabetes* team so that I could get all the information about my mother and what I could do to help. I didn't write it down. (I'm glad you like the avatar, owls figure quite prominently in my life, fantastic birds.) *now permanently renamed 'dramabetes' (see Susiestar's post) :) [/QUOTE]
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