Family – Trivialities & Intricacies

Today’s question is difficult, or is it? Well, let’s see what the random generator came up with…

Do you think old or sick people should be allowed to take their own lives?

Yes I do think, that ending your own life should be an individual, personal decision. Who has the right to tell others how much pain and discomfort, or otherwise horrible circumstances they have to endure, before they are “allowed” to leave this world? No one, that’s right. I can agree to having to see your general physician and a psychologist several times prior, to help you figure out if taking your own life is “the only/the best option” for you, and to ensure that you are making an informed decision. If you have family/friends/a partner, you can certainly discuss your situation with them. But ultimately, the decision should be your own. And don’t come at me with religious beliefs, or laws and paragraphs. I don’t care. It’s my life and I will end it, how and when I see fit. Loved ones can help me decide and remain by my side until I fall asleep – if they choose to. But this is how it should be for every single person. Your life, your choice.
What can not happen is, that the elderly or sick people will be “aggressively encouraged” to take their own lives, to not be a burden for society. My fear is, that it may get to that point, and that’s unacceptable, period. My hope is, that by the time I may have to make such a decision, assisted suicide will be legal in Germany.

Holy crap on a cracker, I haven’t done this in a very long time. And perhaps it would be a good idea to reinstate this practice, whenever I’m about ready to explode, like right now. Where is the next available pillow for me to scream into?
Okay. Deep breaths. One thing after the other…
I just started cooking, because my mom is not feeling well and wanted to relax on the couch for a while. But she is not happy unless she can criticize me once per day. She just can’t help herself. It took less than 10 minutes, for her to come into the kitchen to “check up on me and to see what I’m doing”. It’s always the same, and it riles me up to no end.

…”Don’t you want to do this first….”
…”I would have done it like this…”
…”Why don’t you try it like this, it’ll be better/easier…”
…”Why don’t you use this instead…”

Oh my days! Just quit micromanaging me! I’m not cooking for the first time ever today. Gawd.
Does she think that I’m incapable of doing anything without her supervision or guidance? At the same time she wonders, why I’m so hard on myself, always aiming for perfection – and failing miserably, of course. Thinking back to my years in America, I miss my independence and my freedom. No one told me anything, it was up to me. The good, the bad, all of it.
Yaaahhhh, I know. She is elderly, I should have patience with her and overlook moments like these. The issue is, that this is not a due-to-old-age problem, it’s been like this for as far back as I can remember. You know what? Sometimes I miss those few thousand miles between the family and myself. They are so much easier to like with a lot of distance in between. Sorry, it’s the truth.
Alright. Now a nice big spoonful of Valerian and I shall get back to “neutral mood” right quick.