Coming Back

I'm alive and well, though worse for the wear after my hospital stay. My family, in their infinite wisdom, decided to clean my house while I was in the hospital. The person they hired would not have been the one I'd have chosen. I'm grateful that they cleaned the carpets, but not that they destroyed the organization I had put in my dressers. I had things I use most often in the dresser closest to my bed, which meant that some drawers had more than one type of item in them. They decided there should be only one item, and they chose clothing I don't usually wear. They stuffed all my pants into a box in the back of my closet, as well as my favorite t-shirts. They filled one of my close drawers with long- sleeved shirts, which I rarely wear even in Winter. They put stuff on the top shelf in the kitchen where I can't reach. They even reorganized my silverware drawer! Who does that???

They desecrated my altars, rearranging them and taking away things that should be there. Who touches someone else's altars?!

What disturbs me is that these people went through every drawer in my house. They stuffed important papers into boxes I haven't found yet. They went through all my papers and such. I feel violated. When I tried to tell my family as much, I was told that this was a great gift and I should be grateful. What followed was the implication that my being sick inconvenienced everyone and that I should be grateful they helped me at all. I was help I never asked for nor consented to. This is the second time they've done this (the first was when I was in the hospital for sepsis). I feel like changing all my locks and only giving a key to my friend Lonni, whom I know would feed my cats and not touch anything other than the cat stuff.

It helps to say this out loud. I'm glad none of my family is here on Dreamwidth so that I can say it.
Thanks for listening.

I'm spending a lot of energy finding things and restoring things so they're useful to me.