My mom just forwarded me an email with a bunch of photos of cute babies and puppies that ended with "BE HAPPY!" in 36-point green Comic Sans.
This tells me two things:
1. She doesn't seem to understand I'm still mad at her.
2. My brother hasn't mentioned to her yet that I'm looking for a therapist so I can medicate my depression.
I'd be more irritated, but this will make going up to the house and getting more cat food while she's at work a bit easier. And hey, that just means she's not canceling my cell phone anytime soon. 'Cause trust me, when she figures out I'm not calling her on purpose -- which will probably happen when she calls me instead and I tell her point-blank that I'm still fucking livid about the panic attack -- that should be interesting.
This tells me two things:
1. She doesn't seem to understand I'm still mad at her.
2. My brother hasn't mentioned to her yet that I'm looking for a therapist so I can medicate my depression.
I'd be more irritated, but this will make going up to the house and getting more cat food while she's at work a bit easier. And hey, that just means she's not canceling my cell phone anytime soon. 'Cause trust me, when she figures out I'm not calling her on purpose -- which will probably happen when she calls me instead and I tell her point-blank that I'm still fucking livid about the panic attack -- that should be interesting.
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Date: 2010-06-03 07:11 pm (UTC)*Best wishes your way*
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Date: 2010-06-04 01:13 am (UTC)1. You need to keep your cell phone--for now, at least.
2. You need the cat food from their house.
3. They were wrong to ignore your worsening symptoms of anxiety and panic. And most important,
4. They are never going to admit it.
So as it seems to me that at the moment you literally can't afford to take the moral high ground, self-preservation would suggest you do your best to swallow your (truly justified) anger and resentment, and keep your interactions with them minimal, but as civil as you can manage.
Later on, when you have your medication, and you can afford your own cell phone, cat food, and other stuff, then you can let fly with the full intensity of wrath.
Or, you know, not. As I said, I never claimed to be a good person, or even right. I hope things work out so that you get to have--and keep--what you need.
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:42 am (UTC)Sounds like she is having trouble understanding the difference between a shitty day and depression. That sucks.
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Date: 2010-06-10 08:28 am (UTC)3. The only fonts she's aware of are Times New Roman and Comic Sans. Poor thing.