|Now I know...
||[Aug. 18th, 2005|05:01 pm]
One of my co-workers when I was employed at the coffee shop across the street was kind. They were all nice. But this particular co-worker, E, and I bonded a bit. Her brother had schizophrenia. I knew that he was dead and he was only 25 years old (or around there). I never had the courage to ask why. Eric did. Her younger brother cracked his head open against a brick building. He intentionally, with enough force to split bone and expose gray matter, threw his own head against a building. And he lived. He was in a coma for two days then he died. Eric was duly impressed. And I, yet again, have irrefuteable evidence that Tom Cruise doesn't know what he's talking about.
I have to bite my tongue when Eric half-jokingly says he wants to be a scientologist after hearing sound bites from this horse's ass -- and because then he wouldn't have to take meds. I understand the impulse: to want to not feel gray and empty, to feel sure and clear-headed. However, unfortunately, with people like Eric there is no guarantee of happier interaction without meds. Perhaps he'd be happier just to drift in his own world and imagine what he wanted his relations to others to be -- reality be damned. I don't know. I do know I don't have the energy to work full time and deal with Eric without meds. He knows this too. But I could still shove sharp sticks up Tom Cruise's anus for suggesting that Eric's or my co-worker's young brother's nightmares aren't/weren't real; that their pain is nothing. The other part of me would *love* to say: go off your meds and go find Tom Cruise. I'm sure he'll let you live on one of his estates and have his scientology folks take care of you. LOL! *shakes head* I'm also sure they'd give him a proper burial after his security shoots Eric for getting to close to him.
At any rate, I now know how E's brother died. I'm glad he had his sisters and his parents around. Eric will have my family and me since his blood family is useless.
On another note: I'm proud of myself. Through powers I didn't know I had, I have refrained from stabbing my annoying co-worker in the face with a fork. Yay, me!
There is no easy answer. While I agree that most "ADD" cases are just kids hopped up on Coca-cola and lazy or absentee parenting and medicating every energetic child is bullshit and not health care.