And there's not a lot more than that to say.
My parents know a psychologist who does disability evaluations in Spokane, Washington. When the subject of my foot trouble and the continuous pain came up in connection with applying for disability, he said, "Of course he's depressed. Everyone who's in constant pain is depressed."
I hate that it's so hard to find joy in anything any more, or find sufficient motivation to do things.
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"Oh, so this happens to everyone, hm? Normal, expected behavior? ...Uh-huh. Didn't think so."
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We've always shared the chores. He does the cooking and baby care and I do everything else. Laundry and cleaning. The girls have their chores as well. Taking laundry to and from the basement. Dishes to and from the dishwasher.
I'm a survivor. All of those bad luck and abuses are things to overcome. That which doesn't kill me had better run damn fast away. And I haven't been responding that way like I should be to the laundry, the kitchen clean up, the baking, or the girls's room.
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You need to talk to Julie/James about homeschooling for Pirate and Wen.