Neon Grave
AuDHD, trying my best.
- Apr 6, 2023
- 42
I've lived alone for about 4 years with drastic fluctuations in my mental health. My living conditions reflect this, unfortunately, no matter how hard I try to keep things under control. The only thing that ever worked to my advantage was that I never have visitors, and the only people with a key to my house are my parents, who would never come over without prior notice.
At least, that was what I thought, until I received a text from my mom at work detailing how disgusted and ashamed she was of me after seeing the conditions I was living in. Not disgusted by my house specifically- but ME for "allowing it to happen." I was absolutely mortified and ashamed and spent an embarrassing amount of time just crying in the restroom because I didn't know how to process this. I still don't. I don't know why she was even over there in the first place.
Ironically, I'd been doing fairly well with managing my mental health in the last week. Prior to her showing up unannounced, I purged a lot of garbage and ratty clothes and filthy dishes. I was really proud of myself for doing laundry even if it wasn't all hung or folded. I was proud that my dishes made it to the sink and weren't forming a moldy tower in my room. There was (is) still a lot of shit that desperately needs cleaned, but I WAS making progress.
After this, I just feel disgusting and worthless. Maybe she's right that I never should have let it happen, but considering that I didn't even want to be alive just one month ago, I felt like this was making a huge stride in the right direction. Now I have to process the fact that the only thing she'll think of when she looks at me from now on is my dumpster fire of a house. She'll only see someone who is lazy and complacent with filth, rather than someone who has tried their absolute hardest to survive.
I don't know what to do.
At least, that was what I thought, until I received a text from my mom at work detailing how disgusted and ashamed she was of me after seeing the conditions I was living in. Not disgusted by my house specifically- but ME for "allowing it to happen." I was absolutely mortified and ashamed and spent an embarrassing amount of time just crying in the restroom because I didn't know how to process this. I still don't. I don't know why she was even over there in the first place.
Ironically, I'd been doing fairly well with managing my mental health in the last week. Prior to her showing up unannounced, I purged a lot of garbage and ratty clothes and filthy dishes. I was really proud of myself for doing laundry even if it wasn't all hung or folded. I was proud that my dishes made it to the sink and weren't forming a moldy tower in my room. There was (is) still a lot of shit that desperately needs cleaned, but I WAS making progress.
After this, I just feel disgusting and worthless. Maybe she's right that I never should have let it happen, but considering that I didn't even want to be alive just one month ago, I felt like this was making a huge stride in the right direction. Now I have to process the fact that the only thing she'll think of when she looks at me from now on is my dumpster fire of a house. She'll only see someone who is lazy and complacent with filth, rather than someone who has tried their absolute hardest to survive.
I don't know what to do.