“How My 85-Year-Old Grandma Cares for Me Daily”

It’s a bit frustrating, isn’t it? An 85-year-old grandma looking out for you should feel li

ke a comfort, but it seems like it crossed a line. There’s something off about needing that level of oversight, especially when it feels suffocating rather than supportive. It’s like you’re supposed to be this grown-up, yet here you are, being watched over in a way that feels more controlling than caring.

I get that she has her reasons—love, concern, all that—but there’s a point where it starts to feel less about protection and more about not respecting boundaries. It’s exhausting to think that this dynamic is just accepted or brushed off. And the way it plays out, it’s almost as if there’s no room for you to just be yourself. Like your independence is being quietly chipped away while someone thinks they’re doing the right thing.

You want to feel safe and loved, sure, but you also want to feel trusted. It shouldn’t have to be this complicated. It seems like there ne

eds to be a better balance, where love doesn’t feel like oversight, but it’s hard to see that happening when the pattern is so ingrained. It just leaves you feeling a bit trapped, doesn’t it?