[Mother being herself.]

I've spent the entire last year doing the miserable and exhausting work of rebuilding my strength and flexibility to be able to the physical maintenance of my property. Raking leaves, chopping trees, shoveling snow. I am so proud of my progress and how precisely I have followed my treatment plan.

And it sends me into fucking agonies whenever my 62 years old mother drives down from her house to do the chores on mine.

I know that she expresses her love for others with her acts of service. Cooking dinner for a dinner. Letting me do my laundry at her house. Picking up groceries for the neighbors.

But I have stressed to her again and again and again that I want to stay as independent and self-sufficient as I know I can be. I can carry my own groceries inside. I can clean the snow off my own car. I can lift heavy objects again because I've been doing yoga every damn day for eight months.

She just. Doesn't trust me with anything. I wish she would at the very least trust that I know my limits.

Love being infantilized.

how about you ask her to do some meal prep for you

that should keep her busy

maybe even convince her to look into volunteer work