i woke up yesterday morning with a feeling of unbearable dread. it didn’t help that i was in ohio, having drove six hundred miles to drop off my son eastman at college, and that there was a steady gray rain tapping at the window. tapping and remind me that i had promised to drive to michigan. i couldn’t do it. i couldn’t take the highway, the cars, the trucks, the lights, the police. put that pillow back over my head.
still, i had made a promise to molly parshall. she’s a new facebook friend. i had never met her. a lot of her friends on facebook have probably never met her because she is housebound. her agoraphobia has reached a point that she is confined to the house although she can and does try to walk out onto the front porch and pick up the mail once a day. but she does spend a considerable amount of time confined to her bedroom. she asked for me to come see her. i could not refuse her. i drove along the ohio turnpike which was the route i had to use to get to chicago anyway, but there was a point where i would have to make a choice. east to chicago and home and safely. north to michigan to molly’s house.
i sat at the rest stop for a while. i ate seven pepcids. then i got sort of stubborn. i headed north, into michigan. i realized i was going to be late. i called molly. it was the first time we had ever spoken. her voice was trembling. i asked her how she was and she said nervous. i said i was too. and that i was going to be late.
i was wrong about one thing, well, two. i was probably just as scared of her as she was of me. and i needed her as much as she needed me. i’m fifty one years old and my children don’t need me as much. once you are a mother, the part of you that needs to be needed is permanently installed. a facebook friend needed me. i parked the car.
i knocked on the door. i heard a dog barking from inside. i waited. and waited. i had thought it was possible she would simply decide not to talk to me. but at last the door opened. she was crying, or had been. i started crying and i did the only thing that moms know how to do. i hugged her.
but only after she got the dog settled down. i realize i’m sort of scared of being bitten by a dog. we sat down in her living room and held hands.
molly is a beautiful twenty six year old wife and mother. when she was seventeen she became engaged, then discovered she was pregnant, then lost her beloved grandmother, married, and then nursed her father through his final illness. all this within the course of a year. and that’s when she started being afraid. she has had periods of time in which she has been able to leave the house. but there’s been a definite slide and now it’s the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, then back to the bedroom. she is trapped but communicates with the world with her cell phone and facebook. facebook is a fun diversion and a way to stay in touch with friends (even to make new friends) but she wants more than that. and i sort of wonder if she couldn’t communicate through facebook and phone, what would happen to her. . .
i had brought her a present for her son blake. it’s a magic set (shhhh! that’s supposed to be a surprise) and i had brought her a set of yarn. she crochets and i wanted her to have something to distract her when she was nervous. because i was going to ask her to do some things that would make her nervous. over the next hour we came up with a plan–taking the scary things and putting them in order, least scary to utterly terrifying. we used index cards. i’m a believer in index cards.
at the end of the visit, i realized she was nervous again. so was i. i drove the four hours home, thinking the whole time that maybe i shouldn’t have interfered in her life. but we’re friends and that’s what friends do, right?
i got home and had a message from her: she has created a blog in which she’ll write about her progress. i’m a subscriber already! and she had felt the urge to go out for a car ride with her husband jeff. jeff is her “safe” person and being in the car is something that she used to be able to do with him. i don’t know if they went for a drive, but just the optimism is wonderful. today, i hope my friend molly gets out on the front porch for fifteen minutes, just like she promised on the index cards. why? because she’s crocheting me a damn scarf, that’s why! 🙂
January 27th, 2012 at 1:28 pm
te felicito muy original lo que haces saludos
January 27th, 2012 at 6:01 pm
So good of u u Arlynn for this project.the Lord will be your strenght.remain blessed
January 27th, 2012 at 6:02 pm
thank you james!
January 28th, 2012 at 6:57 am
I am beyond proud of both of you ! ! i LOVE LOVE LOVE this post and molly looks like such an amazing and beautiful lady and i am sure she will beat this too 😀 could you let us know about molly’s blog so we can subscribe too if she doesnt mind?
P.S. you are amazing !
January 31st, 2012 at 1:24 pm
thank you so so so much!!!!
February 11th, 2012 at 3:43 am
You are a true inspiration!
February 12th, 2012 at 3:42 pm
thank you so much because it looks like we share some similar issues. . .