The title of this blog is my phrase - I coined it about thirty years ago and I have never heard anyone else saying it... It came to me in one of those fits of clarity when one of the pieces falls into place... It came to me when I had an awakening that my dad was never going to be like Gidget's dad. He was never going to be Mike Brady or the character Brian Keith played in A Family Affair; not Father Knows Best, not Ward Cleaver. There was a seminal moment when I realized that I was unhappy because I had expectations that were not being met.
Were they reasonable expectations? I'ts a good thing you asked that question! Is it ever reasonable to expect someone to give more than they want to give? Is it ever reasonable to expect someone to be someone they are not? Is it ever reasonable to think you should be welcome at your father's home?
I wrote a blog the other day about my disappointment in my brothers not attending Eileen's funeral and I took it down because I thought I had been too hard on them. Their reasons were valid and it is unreasonable for me to subject them to the standard of honour I apply to myself. Yesterday before the funeral Gay Brother called me to ask me to convey his regrets which was fine, but in the conversation I told him that I have a problem with my thyroid (among other things) and he casually said that Straight Brother has also. Straight Brother has a auto-immune disease that is strongly hereditary and Gay Brother had been tested but did not have it. At the time I was only mildly perturbed and the conversation moved on. Later when I was thinking about the conversation I started to be very concerned that no one had bothered to tell me. If the condition is hereditary and Gay Brother bothered to get checked out why did it not occur to either of my brothers to tell me so that I could be checked out? Why didn't anyone remember that I too carry the same genes and the same propensity to be affected by the same conditions? It's just another reminder that I am invisible, out of sight - out of mind I guess. It looks, from my blood results, like I have Hashimoto's Disease which manifests at hypothyroidism where my brother's condition manifests as hyperthyroidism. Still, I may have been further along the road to understanding my issues if someone (anyone) had bothered to mention this "hereditary" problem to me. Or is that just another unreasonable expectation?
Today has been physically a BAD day for me. The pain in my shoulder when I washed my hair this morning was so bad I had to sit down and sweat for a few minutes before I could move enough to dry myself, today is one of the days when my clothes are hurting me, when any movement can stimulate a stabbing pain, when everything aches. If I hadn't had an unavoidable appointment I would have spent the day recovering from the not very strenuous day yesterday. At that interview today with the government I was asked when I last had a good day and it made me realize that my definition of a good day is changing. I need to think about that some more. What I call a good day at the moment might well have been what I would have called a bad day 2 years ago. Are these just my expectations making natural adjustments to my situation?
If I could find a way to have no expectations would I always be delighted with what I was given? Would every day be a good day?
(Is this secretly just another point of view on the pessimistic optimist?)
Off to see Dr McLovely now after my urgent horizontal rest.