So many responses to the article, but perhaps as the one who wrote Prudie initially, I can shed more light on the subject at hand, I was only trying to describe some of the things since to type everything going on would have taken the entire column. First off, the daughter did have assigned chores up unitl a year ago, at which point in time, she started working and I took up some of the slack so she could better concentrate on her school and saving for her college, (about this time I began noticing that the constant pain I was feeling in my lower back was getting worse) however, she decided that it was time she started going out more and more with her friends and I tried to rein her back in to help more around the house, which she doesn't want to do because it will interfere with her new fun life style. Second, I am not OCD, however, my husband and I own a farm and live out in the country on dirt roads, so the dust builds up on a daily basis. He works a job in town, comes home and does farm work on top of helping out in the house. He does not expect a beer and supper ready when he gets done working, which is funny, since he is the one who comes home and fixes the meal, as well as cleaning up afterwards. (So please don't bash him, he is a wonderful man who is trying his best in a bad situation.) Secondly, I am not sure how many of you understand what farm living is all about, but I can tell you that it tends to make a house very dirty if not kept up on. I should also point out that I do some chores, like when my husband does the laundry, he will bring the dried clothes to my so I can fold them, than he puts them away afterwards, and on days when I am able to get up and move, albeit slowly, I clean the bathrooms(thank God for the new Mr. Clean products and various other ones that help make things easier) However, due to the degenerative nature of my disease and the constant pain I am in, after doing those few chores, I am unable to continue with anything more and once again relegated to the bed.
Also, I am sure all of you have spilled something at least once and it needed to be wiped up or mopped up, given whatever was spilled, not to mention the tracking in of mud, dirt and, well, let's just say that some unpleasant things get dragged in on the feet from different areas of the farm. The main point I was trying to get some clarity on, was in how to help my daughter to understand that even though I took up some of her slack a year ago, when I was still able to do so, now I am not and our family should come first after her school work and not be placed before her friends.
As a former teen girl, I can understand her need to be out having fun with her friends, and do not deny her that joy, however, when I was her age, I was going to school, working full time and on top of that helping take care of the housework at home with three younger siblings as well, and still found time after my busy schedule to hang with friends and do fun things on the weekends. I am not wanting her to do all of those tasks at once, however, feel that doing one here or there is not unreasonable to ask or expect.
And lastly, I and my husband are proud people, I do not want, nor do I expect to use any social services to help out at this time, I do not feel that at this point in time they are needed and would be waste of money. I am able to get to the bathroom, and my husband helps me shower in the evenings and I use a wheelchair to get around inside the house. I plan on trying to remain as independent as possible for as long as I can. Also, to those who think I should hire a maid let me tell you this, I can't afford to hire one. I am not sure where you all are working and living, but you must make a lot more money than my family does, because we barely make ends meet even with the full time job and farming, and lets just say that the doctor doesn't come cheap, nor do the medications used to combat the pain and nerve damage.
I am not asking for handouts, and never will. I also would like to inform all of you that when I was diagnosed with this crippling disease and that I would have to depend on others or even have to quit my job and apply for disability benefits, it was heartbreaking and yes depressing. So I guess what I am saying is that someday, you may be in my position, whether it's an illness that forces you to quit your job and rely on social security handouts, or an accidental injury that forces you to rely on others to help out. Before you start judging me or others like me, put yourselves in our shoes, sit down in the wheel chair and push yourself around with your arms for a day to discover what it feels like. Sincerely, DDD