Of depression, psychological masking, elderly parent, & running outta spoons.
Last week, over various longish days, i needed to give my elderly dad various remote-access tech support multi-hours for his pc & a scanner issue. He's my dad, & i love him lots, but i often run outta spoons dealing with him, given the combo of his palpably diminishing mental acuity, & my parlous psychological state. T'other day he emailed me for more help, & within the last hour called me [which i chose not to pickup, & let go instead to voicemail]. I decided to send him this email, which i hope will remind him what's going on. Sigh. What a shit daughter i am for him.
Hi DadIs your phonecall today [in which msg you said it's not urgent] about the same thing as your email below [in which you said it's not urgent]? I've deliberately not replied yet to the email, as i was taking "not urgent" literally, & so was waiting til next week before getting back to you to show you what to do re your phone & pc.
Just some context to help [/remind] you understand. I am always depressed, & sad, & listless, & frequently crying. Some days it's less bad than others, some days it's worse. At the moment it's not good. Of course these days, & for many years as you know, i never see anyone, physically, but... even dealing with people just on the phone is extremely stressful for me, as i battle to try to mask my depression & pretend to be semi-cheery. This effort always makes me feel exhausted, & it always takes me many days to recover [somewhat]. So, i'm hoping that by next week it might return to being "less bad", & once there, i'll definitely get back to you to help you again.
Love, from your droppy bear.
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