I suppose that once an educated estimate has been placed on the limits of your personal lifeline, there are bound to be the condescending soul-savers attempting to convert you to born-again status. It makes it even more difficult when the insisting force comes from a family member. You can't comfortably shut the door in their face and discussion is draining simply because it's been beaten repeatedly over the years. It doesn't seem to matter whether you have agreed to disagree in the past. All the proselytizer cares about is salvation, going as far as to intimate that if you were born-again an anti-anxiety medication wouldn't be necessary. I wonder if she treats her patients with such condescension?
What will you do when you are faced with this dilemma?
Craig has written A Poem for a Proselytizer
Perhaps that's all that's needed.
posted by Cyndy