A different kind of parental alienation part 1

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The story is very sad, and happened just in the last month.

My daughter, who is mildly developmentally delayed, has lived with me her whole life. We get along well. In her teens, when we learned she also had a seizure disorder, I fought for her disability status and SSI (realizing that she must never be without health coverage and opportunity for benefits should something happen to me. Her father, a diagnosed narcissist, refused to support her after she was 18. Her siblings provided no support, dealing with their own families. And so, we obtained her disability designation with the help of our U.S. Senator, and qualified her for health coverage and SSDI. She was protected, and I was digilent in maintaining those postential benefits.

We shared the costs of daily iiving. I was not able to work a traditional job (as an editor in a high-profile non-profit in D.C., I had been able to take her to work with me). And so I worked eBay, buying and selling vintage and antique paper items. Eventually, when she was able to collect Social Security on my work credits, we shared the apartment rental costs, half and half. All well and good -- her food costs were significantly higher than mine..LOL. We had some lean times - and her brothers and sister (adults then) did not feel obligated to lend a hand.

We lived in harmony for thirty years. Anyone who has cared for a DD family member knows that it can be a lonely life. We indulged her hobbies, didn't go out much, saw family occasionally. were together most of the time. She was able to go to the grocery store by herself on the city bus.

Fast forward to last month.

I was sick. In need of a pacemaker, in need of some vascular surgery. Those were scheduled, but then two wounds on my feet from podiatry became infected and I was sick with that on top of the pacemaker and the surgery. Yikes. THEN, in hospital for evaluation of the foot wounds, I had an allergic reaction to the contrast dye in a CT scan. (A reaction like that can kill ya!)

I ended up being sent to a skilled nursing facility due to the foot trouble. For two weeks. During that time, older daughter was highly solicitous and graceful and her sister, my disabled daughter, stayed with her. It had all been a traumatic time for Jennifer. Mom sick, yada yada.

Older daughter C began gaslighing me! What the hell? What? Constantly telling me how sick I am and how I am forgetting things and how I will never be able to live in our apartment, buying me a heavy duty walker and several dozen diapers and other items that were not indicated and never would be needed for a long time. Oh, and also a huge shower bench delivered.

Meanwhile, in the facility, I was scolded by the physical therapist for running in the halls, passing all the tests they put before me (Yes, I can sort my pills) and (Yes, I can climb a flight of stairs). There was nothing wrong with me after a few days of rest for my sore feet.

It was at this time, when we were told that I could be discharged soon...... to be continued after I feed the cat, sorry.