I experienced separation anxiety as a child. I didn’t like to leave home; rarely went to sleep-overs, and seriously considered my college choices based on how close they were to home so I “get” that feeling of longing to be close to someone you love and the slight edge of fear that comes when you are separated from them. I learned more about the “other side” of separation anxiety when my children were little and I had to peel them off my body to leave them at daycare so I could make it to work on time (which I rarely did because I had an aversion of losing skin during the peeling process). Now that my children are grown, I’ve learned to adapt to it again with my husband. It’s a little more difficult this time around.
When Lynn and I were first married, we were both self-sufficient, totally independent personalities. Both of us had managed alone as single parents for a while and both were used to doing our own problem solving so we didn’t “need” one another. Sure we yelled the usual, “be careful,” comments as either was leaving the house but our thoughts quickly moved on to the next item on our agenda; there was no lingering anxiety over whether the other would return safely a few hours later. That all changed the day Lynn fell and was not able to get up on his own. He had to lie in the blowing heat from the heat register waiting for me to return home from an hour and a half away after he had tried unsuccessfully to get up without calling me for an hour and a half himself. That three-hour time frame-shaped his psyche forever. Where before he liked being alone and independent; after that day, he didn’t want me out of his sight or hearing.
After that day, if I needed something from the store, he tried to either convince me that we really didn’t need it or that it would be simpler to just order it by mail. I could see the fear in his eyes if I left the house and the, “be careful,” mantra took on new meaning for him. He was afraid that if I left, I might never come back and if that happened, what would happen to him? He was and is convinced that if I die or become unable to care for him that he will die, too. He knows that as much as our children or our siblings and parents might want to help us out if I’m not around or able to provide his care, he will most likely have to go into an extended care facility and we do not have the resources for it to be a really nice one. Therefore, he knows many of his personal needs and quirks (which are many) would go unsatisfied. He knows that he would probably not get his special diet or the dietary supplements that are making such a difference in his well-being. He knows that he would not likely get the physical therapy adapted specifically to his needs. He would more likely get a urinary tract or kidney infection because the care facility would likely put in an indwelling urinary catheter. He would not be able to use his peddler which keeps his legs and feet from hurting all the time. He would not have access to his own personal computer to continue to write and feel productive. He would become part of a group, exposed more often to viral and/or bacterial infections and probable skin breakdown. He would likely not get showers but would instead get bed baths and his very existence would likely be compromised. At the very minimum, his quality of life would decline significantly. Therefore, he panics when he thinks of losing me. Don’t get me wrong; he also loves me and would grieve my loss emotionally, but it’s all this other stuff that creates the panic. He could survive the emotional loss but would not as likely be able to survive the physical changes.
Now, when I leave, we go through the twenty questions of Where are you going? How long will you be gone? Why is it necessary? Can’t someone else go instead? When will you be back? Have you checked the oil in the car? Is the car running okay? When will you be back? Where is my phone? Is it charged? Can I reach it? When will you be back? …and on and on and on.
When the separation anxiety became an issue after I would peel him off my body emotionally and leave, the first thirty minutes would usually be okay, but then I would get a text message…Did you make it okay? When are you leaving? Can you hurry up? Just checking to make sure you’re okay…..
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4 thoughts on “The Challenges of Separation Anxiety”
Hey Donna, I’m so looking forward to your visit n June, sounds like breaks r hard 2 come by…… U stay strong, I know easier said than done…… Often wondered where the switch was to stop stress…… What would U like 2 see while U R home????? Old Johnny Carter Place, Jamison Mill (some changes), Twin Ridge-big changes, New Marina, something other than the lake (loved when the Hale’s camped….LOL—we had so much Fun )……would like U 2 B able 2 do, see, visit while home………Love U Sandra
I would love to be able to see some of those things but won’t be able to. Lynn is in a powerchair and any activity is often exhausting for him. I have to stay close by in case he needs to be cathed so traveling around to sight see won’t likely be possible. The most important for me anyway is seeing everyone so even though the sights would be nice, spending time with family is best. Love ya
Thank you for sharing this. I’m experiencing this now with my husband and was happy to feel less alone in it. Thank you. I’m over at ourmsblog.wordpress.com.
Sometimes it’s nice to know your situations are very normal and common. Glad I could help with that.