I don’t want to repeat exactly what she said because it’s so nasty and not indicative of the woman who raised me. I’ve tried ignoring her, changing the subject, taking her head on with the facts and all of those typically ended in some type of misery for one or both of us.
Today, I looked her in the eye and just told her “That’s so sad. I hope you don’t really believe that. Do we have to have this conversation?” Before my mom can reply, my dad jumps to the rescue and says “No, we don’t need to have this conversation.” I quickly start a new topic.
It’s been so frustrated tying to help my parents when my mom dishes out false facts and dares us to counter or discredit them. I work very hard to employ my three go-to tactics when I visit my parents. Today, they worked. Succeeded.
This is just one post in the story of how the author, Kay Bransford, is working to help her parents. When her mother called her three years ago wondering how to get money into the bank, Kay embarked on a six-month journey to gather, organize and document the personal, financial, medical, online and household details she needed to maintain their day-to-day lives. From this experience, Kay launched MemoryBanc and now provides a workbook which provides caregivers with the tools they need to easily support their loved ones.