I just... I don't even know what to call this feeling. It’s like, a weird dissonance, you know? My mom, bless her heart, she’s getting older, and I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her because lately she's just… she's been saying she just prefers staying home, especially in the evenings. And I get it, like, she’s retired, she loves her cooking shows — apparently there's this new one with a chef who only uses, like, heirloom vegetables and it's SUPER competitive, according to her. But then I noticed she hasn't driven at night in weeks. And it's not like she's just not going out, it's that she actively avoids it. So I brought it up, gently, you know? Like, "Hey mom, everything okay with the car? Or like, are you just tired of driving after dark?" And she just brushed it off, totally cheerful, said she’s just really into her evening programming and honestly, she just prefers the quiet. But then I saw her glasses on the counter the other day, and the prescription looked… smudged? Or something? And I just have this sinking feeling that her vision is getting blurry at night, and she's just completely minimizing it. She's always been like that, though. Very stoic. Never wants to be a burden. But this isn't just about 'not being a burden,' this is about, like, an actual safety issue. And the thing is, I feel this weird guilt. Like, I'm supposed to be the daughter who just accepts what her mom says, but also I'm the one who needs to, like, detect the underlying issue, right? It's like a diagnostic puzzle, but with someone you love. And if I push her on it, she'll probably just get defensive, which is her typical coping mechanism when she feels exposed. And then I’ll be the one who’s 'worrying too much.' But if I *don't* push, and something happens… God, that thought just makes my stomach clench. It's like a pre-emptive regret, if that makes sense? I just wish she'd be, like, objectively honest with herself, instead of creating this whole narrative around, like, peak coziness. It's not peak coziness, it's a potential impairment. And I just don't know how to navigate that without feeling like I'm disrespecting her autonomy or something… but also protecting her. It's exhausting.