u/Foolsspring

I can’t help but notice this trend this Mother’s Day where many people are reposting and sharing Mother’s Day posts about not forgetting about the mothers who got cancer and can never have children, the mothers who couldn’t get pregnant, the mothers who had miscarriages.

these are extremely sad scenarios! I just can’t help thinking it’s more people making things that aren’t about themselves, about them?

Motherhood is a specific sacrifice, if you are alive it’s literally due to the bloodshed of your mother. I don’t even like my mom, some moms do suck and didn’t want to be moms.

I guess what I am getting at is that life is uniquely traumatic for almost every single human being and the “but MY trauma!!” posts are tasteless and weird.

Further, I do think that due to the passive nature of most women, nobody is ever going to say this. The woe is me stuff obviously steals the air in the room away from celebrating and acknowledging the sacrifice of what it means to be a mother.

Death gripping my wrists if I came close to him, kicking the bed rails, kicking me, using anything close to him to throw at me. I had to literally remove the call bed and all of his blankets because he tried to wrap them around my neck.

It was then that the nurse gave him mittens with a hard side so he was unable to grab anything. It was annoying to be constantly asked to take them off, let him go home, let him out, and be insulted all shift.

He kept trying to climb out of the bed and I would have to put his legs back in and move away quickly so he wouldn’t kick me.

Any attempt to redirect to anything at all resulted in he doesn’t believe me and that he doesn’t need to tell me anything.

This was apparently not enough to get restraints of haldol.

I fucking hate this job and I am quitting as soon as I can. That was abusive, clearly, and I feel like I fail to even understand how that experience was helpful to the patient?