posted by
noveldevice at 01:35am on 13/09/2010
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I watched 50 First Dates for the first time a few years after it came out. Ranj hated Adam Sandler movies. We never saw them in theatres.
It came out after Ranj's stroke, and I didn't watch it until after it had become clear--no matter how much I was in denial--that his brain damage was profound and irreversible, and that it was getting worse over time. By 2006 or 2007 when I watched the movie for the first time, he'd started becoming irrational and short-tempered. He was subject to idées fixes that were mostly harmless and slightly annoying but sometimes actually harmful, mostly to him. Sometimes to me.
I had to tell him stuff over and over again. We had the same conversations a lot. As the years wore on, he was always in pain. He got angry a lot, was frustrated a lot, got...disturbingly sad...a lot. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing I could ever do.
And 50 First Dates reminds me of all that.
I felt, after his stroke, like people blamed me for not loving him enough to manage to fix him. Maybe some of them did--I think I'm pretty sure some of them did. I know I blamed myself for not being able to fix him, or at least to manage his illness better. Make it less scary for him. Make it less scary for me.
I have so many regrets.
But I don't know what I could do differently even if I had the chance.
It came out after Ranj's stroke, and I didn't watch it until after it had become clear--no matter how much I was in denial--that his brain damage was profound and irreversible, and that it was getting worse over time. By 2006 or 2007 when I watched the movie for the first time, he'd started becoming irrational and short-tempered. He was subject to idées fixes that were mostly harmless and slightly annoying but sometimes actually harmful, mostly to him. Sometimes to me.
I had to tell him stuff over and over again. We had the same conversations a lot. As the years wore on, he was always in pain. He got angry a lot, was frustrated a lot, got...disturbingly sad...a lot. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing I could ever do.
And 50 First Dates reminds me of all that.
I felt, after his stroke, like people blamed me for not loving him enough to manage to fix him. Maybe some of them did--I think I'm pretty sure some of them did. I know I blamed myself for not being able to fix him, or at least to manage his illness better. Make it less scary for him. Make it less scary for me.
I have so many regrets.
But I don't know what I could do differently even if I had the chance.
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you did what you could. you loved him and i'm sure he knew that.
he was lucky to have you in his life.
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There's still a lot to work through.
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Sending you supportive thoughts.
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*hugs*
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You and Mom went/are going through similar situations, being caregivers for brain-damaged people. And you've expressed very similar frustrations.
All I can tell either of you is that you did everything anyone could reasonably ask, and then some. You have nothing to feel guilty for; you've behaved with honor and compassion. And now you need to spend that honor and compassion caring for yourself.
Anyone that says otherwise can go suck something nasty.
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I went through a lot of that with my ex, although in her case it was an on-going process rather than a single traumatic event. After 7 years, I'm still trying to let go of my self-loathing over not being able to fix her.
As I'm sure many have told you, it's not your fault. In the end, all you can fix is yourself.
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You did everything it was possible to do, love can't fix the very broken and although I only know you little from this journal, I can say with confidence that you will have done everything in your power, and ten times that. And it was enough.
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I am coming to have an inkling of how you may have felt, though, since I can't help thinking sometimes that I somehow failed Aries, else he'd still be here. :(