Hello everyone,
I just want to preface this by saying that, in general, counselling has been massively helpful and I don't want to put anyone off it, if they're on the fence. But for those of you who understand counselling and grief better than I do, I do have some questions please :)
My dad was diagnosed with glioblastoma last year. Opted out of surgery, tried a bit of radio, now on palliative care. He's in his 70s (I'm 32) so life expectancy was given at around 7 months, about 8 months ago..
I was abroad for work (permanently) so quit my job last year and returned 'home'. I moved to the city where my parents are based and have jumped around various temporary rentals ever since. I've managed to get a job 4 days a week, which was a big step down career wise and I'm frequently having to swallow my pride, but it's worth it to be here and have flexibility.
I sought counselling last summer as I don't have other close family and so didn't have anyone to talk to. Broadly, she has been good, helping me to negotiate various tricky situations and find practical solutions.
However, before all this, I was deeply career driven. I had just secured a promotion I had been working towards for a few years and felt like I would soon 'arrive' (ha..). I've mentioned to my counsellor a few times that I have a growing sense of agitation and restlessness at doing a job I could have done a decade ago. It really affects my sense of self in a way that probably suggests I was/am too obsessed with my career.
She frequently advises me against doing anything new, like going freelance, joining a further education course, asking for a promotion, starting a business etc. Her reasons are that my 'father is dying' (she seems to love these words - why?!) so I need to focus on him and do not have the 'mental or emotional capacity for more responsibility right now' (her words).
In a way, this makes me feel like a selfish and scolded child. I know what she's getting at, of course. But I feel like all the value has been stripped from my life and I just want to find some way to feel some meaning again.
Otherwise I am just waiting for the inevitable and getting more and more down about life.
Am I selfish/going mad?
