Have you ever been on the phone with someone, and right in the middle of your conversation, right when you are in mid-sentence, the person you are talking to becomes engaged in a-whole-nother conversation with someone else? And I'm not talking about the usual, "YOU BETTA PUT THAT DOWN, RIGHT NOW!... I'm sorry girl, now what were you saying?" Oh no. I'm talking about a full fledged conversation with another adult! That C, that somehow always wiggles its way into the dialog between A & B. Well, this is what happens everytime I'm on the phone with my grandmother. Never fails. I'll be pouring my heart out to her about something and either at the point where I am really thinking she's feeling me or the point where I'm expecting her to reassure me, she chimes out with something about a computer, a pen, a "fill in the blank", which is usually directed at my granddaddy. And its not one or two words, its more like 3 or 4 back and forth sentences. Sometimes I feel like asking her if she can politely ask him to shut the fuck up until she gets off the phone. And then I wonder if he even initiates the interruption. Maybe she zones out way ahead of time and is relieved to have him come in the room so she can entertain herself. Maybe she's tired of hearing (or not) me talk about my issues. Hell, maybe she just isn't interested at all or maybe what I have to say just really isn't all that important to her.
It reminds me of the day that I called her after my dad's doctor informed me that he was dying. It was unexpected news. Not because I didn't know he was dying, but because I wasn't expecting him to be near death at that particular time. When I had spoken with him two weeks earlier he didn't sound like he was in the best shape, but he told me that he was fine and would be released from the hospital the next day. Now, some doctor was telling me that his complications were too severe for surgery and that his only option was to be taken to hospice and to be made as comfortable as possible. I was shaken by the thought that I'd have to deal with a 4th death of an immediate family member within a 3 1/2 year period.
I called my grandmother and I tried to get the words out. I managed to tell her that I had gotten some news about my dad, and that he was doing really bad, and that I needed to go see him, but I was constantly interrupted due to her ongoing conversation with a machanic. I waited on the phone for a couple of minutes while she carried on her conversation, before I suggested that maybe I should call her back. She agreed that, yes, I should call her back.
I can't even explain how I felt. Not having anyone else to confide in. Having the one person that I thought I could confide in not realize that I was in distress and really needed her in that moment. Growing up, I went unheard. The expression of opinions/thoughts/feelings by children are often viewed as back talk, so I stopped speaking out and just internalized everything that I ever felt or experienced. As an adult, I still feel like I go unheard, especially by the people that I want to truly hear me.
That's how it is with my grandmother. Its not like she's this little old lady who has selective hearing. She's a fully functioning 69 year old who could pass for a 39 year old. I expect her to be present during our conversations. I expect her to recognize when I really need her emotionally. I expect her to make me feel like what I have to say matters. All without me having to request that she be an active listener. Am I expecting too much?
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