I was at the Southern Festival of Books or napping all weekend. I realized walking the dog this morning that I don’t have anything spooky lined up for October this year. Frankly, the thing that scares me is the idea of my dad dying up there in Illinois and us being helpless to stop it.

The amount of people who call me and tell me my dad needs to be at Vanderbilt is… I mean, it feels like it’s every fucking body who knows him. And I’m like, yes, I know. But he’s not senile. He’s not incapable of making his own decisions.

This, how things are right now, is what he wants. Except he wants to be able to return to driving all over the damn country.

And yet, I’m going to be honest, I’m fucking terrified of them coming down here and what that means for my life. And that makes me feel bad. Like a shitty daughter.

But, like I told S. yesterday, if they wanted someone who could take care of them in their old age, they should have gotten me help when it was first obvious I was depressed and anxious, gotten me on meds and in therapy. You know, back when I was 14. But here I am thirty years later, just getting my shit together and I’m only this good and capable.

And I can’t have them living with me. I can’t even have them needing to see me all the time. So, this whole thing is spooking me.

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  1. I ran across your page years ago and used to visit often, as I am a fan of your ghost stories. I don’t know why it popped into my head to see if your blog was still active today, but here I am, sending you all the best wishes. Caring about and making decisions about how you can care for aging parents is fraught for anyone. But it’s especially hard when you were neglected or harmed as a kid–what do you owe the people who gave birth to you or raised you? What kind of contact is safe or healthy for you? What can you give vs what’s being expected? I think about that a lot these days. Just know that you aren’t alone. I’ve had similar anxieties and concerns and I’m never certain whether I’m doing the right thing, the expected thing, or a good thing.

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