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Coincidentally, I decided I needed to get a handle on his medications a few weeks ago and he gave me holy hell, like I was treating him like a child/he has his system/he fills his organizer on Sundays… I insisted and wrote down each medication as he filled the little boxes on a list I (still) intend to type up (but haven’t yet.. nonetheless at his next appt, when the med tech started asking about medication, I was able to hand over that list and even though it was still the handwritten one, I have beautiful penmanship and the tech was grateful to peruse the list and my father didn’t have to pull out the ancient fold-up card he keeps in his wallet (which I’m sure is outdated). I felt organized, efficient, on-top-of-things.

But that was a few weeks ago. I don’t sit with him every week to fill up his organizer. I don’t ask him every day if he took his meds becuz that would only elicit anger.

It does feel like there’s a fine line between care and control. And with our aging parents, it’s so different than with our children. With my son, I am expected to slowly relinquish control as he embarks on his independence… allowing him to make mistakes whilst being a safe place for guidance and support. With my father, I am expected to… seek control without his wanting or asking for it, as he fights me every step of the way…? I can see some decline, some memory loss. But in the grand scheme of things, he is managing. I don’t know how to do this — I guess as things change/deteriorate, it’ll become obvious.

I do like your substack. I’m not going to lie, it does often make me feel guilty over mistakes I’ve already made, mistakes I’m likely making as we speak. But it’s good to read and feel a sense of normality—other people have been here before…

Thank you for writing.

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