Why is a little bit of it too much to ask for?

There seems to be an all too common thread running around me at present. I’m hearing half-accounts from other sources instead of from the person concerned. Currently there’s a Social Worker in my home trying to establish what some outsider could do in terms of care for my mother. The fact that I don’t want this stranger in the house counts for nothing. I’d quite like to frog march her out right now. But I was ambushed. I’ve sobbed like an idiot in front of a stranger.

We’ve got to collectively talk now. But that’s going to prove difficult considering my father doesn’t like to talk to me and instead hold it all in. And having any sort of a discussion with my mother is near impossible due to her severe dysphasia. How anyone expects an untrusted unknown to manage is something I find quite laughable.

I now have two weeks to swallow my pride and do something to change my life, for the better. How much of the guilt can I bury?