Has Anyone Else Committed Their Mother?
Yes. I did it! Sunday evening my mother told me she wanted to drive herself into a traffic barrier. I asked her why she didn’t and she told me there was too much traffic. She then began telling me she had no life insurance for me. I asked her why she was worried she had no life insurance, and I didn’t get a reply. I am a bipolar born of a bipolar. Though my mother always thought it was me who was fucked up. I swear to the universe she was a psychiatric Munchhausen’s by proxy. She was always dragging me wondering what was wrong with me. the woman who never had the need to sleep or eat or stop moving. The she damn near lost everything and decided to get help, in the form of lithium. It wasn’t working and it was making her sick. Her psychiatrist wanted her to go into the hospital for medication management at least a year ago. So she has slipped, to say the least. I go to my own therapist. After living on your own for four years and moving back home with your boyfriend and Mommie Dearest, you need therapy. Anyway, he and I agreed, she doesn’t normally pull this shit so if it happens, take her seriously. And I did. I called her psychiatrist, and brought her to the ER. That was Sunday night, she was admitted to the psyche hospital Monday morning. She called me this afternoon to tell me she wanted to leave AMA tomorrow night. I made a phone call to her psychiatrist who then called the hospital. They didn’t want her to leave anyway, but shortly after my mother called me back to tell me they won’t let her leave. Which means if she does they will mandate her by the state. She thinks she’s juuuust fiiine, which is why they want to keep her. She keeps telling them she doesn’t belong there. They don’t fight your insurance companies because they like your company. I am a nine time veteran of psychiatric hospitalization, only of the last two was I old enough to commit myself. It’s a little weird to be on this side, but you know… I could defiantly get used to it. When I went to visit her they let ME out and KEPT her. I can’t help but do a little dance when I think about it. I think this is something many people dream of but few actually see. In a really twisted way. All I am saying is don’t give up. If you try hard enough, you might just be able to commit you own parent. Especially if they’ve made a pity career out of committing you.
“mr agent man he’s my favorite and they don’t understand he’s got palm oil pants…”
Agent Orange
August 10th, 2007 at 12:56 am
Oh.
Y’know, when I read your entries, I end up being SO glad my mother ran away when I was five. She did enough damage as it was, but… well words fail.
I wish you some peace and quiet, and everything good.
August 11th, 2007 at 2:32 am
Well, she’s got the peace and quiet, but what I want is the recipe/cocktail that led Agent Orange to “palm oil pants…”
August 11th, 2007 at 7:05 pm
Palm oil pants… really really good pot. I believe the stuff I favored was called AK47 grown by my dealer/friend’s friend. He named it himself. I wish I still smoked… those were the days… sort of.
I wish my mother ran away when I was five, but my father kind of did that when I was about 6… I wonder why.
August 12th, 2007 at 12:01 am
Okay, second though. Have I really posted only about my mother? Holy shit it IS as bad as my boyfreind tells me it is! I AM NOT MY MOTHER is my new mantra.
August 12th, 2007 at 4:45 am
1. We know why, don’t we, as to why Drag-Queen Daddy ran away… I’d love to say that you were better off without him, but then, he never went FAR ENOUGH away or took his scumbag “new family” out of your nightmares, did he. Passive-aggressive little bitch. I’d give both my tits to see him in full drag, and then do the whole “Men On Film” critique, from head to toe. (In case that ref is too old, see: “In Living Color” @ IMdB)
2. Cut that shit out. You AREN’T your mother, and talking about the beasties who got us to this point with their own self-centered bullshit is NOT a high crime or even a misdemeanor. It’s not WALLOWING if you’re trying to LEARN something from it and MOVE PAST IT. And anybody who can’t see that, then fuck ‘em sideways with a fucking chainsaw. ‘Cause y’never know — some kid may see this (hopefully not under the age of 12, as a general blog rule — don’t wanna be “contributing to the deliquency”) — anyway, some kid may read this and learn how to protect him/herself from the same kind of shit. That’s why I do it. It’s not ALL purely-selfish cathartic shit, believe it or not.
Think of me as your ABC After-School Special Of The Damned.
Or as Robert DeNiro at the end of “Awakenings” — LEARN, LEARN, LEARN. Watch my fuckups and LEARN. Watch the fuckups of others and the effects that they have upon those whom they are supposed to “love” and LEARN. Don’t let this life happen to YOU.
(Excepting, of course, all of the good things that have happened to me since I’ve been online, from the message boards to the blogs, because I’ve been lucky enough to meet an assload (and, thankfully, they are the majority of those I’ve met) of amazing and kind human beings. Other than that, everything else is pretty much a clusterfuck.)
August 13th, 2007 at 9:41 pm
Also bipolar child of raging bipolar mom. Also had to call sheriff on Mom when she tried to kill Dad. Mom was the “control” who didn’t get lithium while her twin sister did. It’s fun being on the wrong side of the guinea pig equation.
Anyway, the first 18 years of my life were so goddamn tough that nothing much bothers me now. Oh yeah, and I can legally drink, that helps alot.
August 15th, 2007 at 12:02 am
I’d never have guessed, Anne. You seem so… (don’t take this the wrong way, but…) NORMAL!!!
I dunno how you do it. You have my admiration, believe that. It is weird how we all find each other, isn’t it? Even if we don’t enunciate it out loud, we are still drawn to one another, somehow. Cosmic undercurrents or somesuch.
I just wish that I could manage the same feat that AO has… Okay, so she didn’t actually CAUSE it to happen, she wasn’t TRYING to get the bitch incarcerated, but I’m still jealous as hell that HER Mommy Dearest hadda do the field trip to Romper Room, and MINE is still out there, ROAMING FREE.