So I'm begging my mother to tell me why she's not in the mental institution that she's supposed to be in as of the 28th, and the manager {hereafter known as Hitler} on telling me to keep it down and not make a scene.
Meanwhile, my mother is telling the cashier to call the cops repeatedly on me; which I second pointing out that when the cops come their report will be public record and everyone will know the very same things I've been asking her -- so do it already.
I explained to Hitler that if he had a parent with a mental disorder who suddenly showed up out of the hospital they were supposed to be in, he would handle it in the exact same way.
Hitler being Hitler didn't care -- not even when I explained her exact diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia and her history of disappearing acts.
I let the whole restaurant know the day she was institutionalized = 28th of last month.
I would eventually learn over chili that she had signed herself out against medical advice and went to a homeless shelter -- where she still is but won't give me the location of.
The way she was talking, anyone else would swear she was on acid or something; but I know better because she's my mother and I've been through this before.
In any case, it was an improvement compared to a half a mile before the Wendy's, where I jumped out of a moving car when I spotted her walking along the busy highway where the Wendy's is located. She was extremely hostile when she first spotted me running towards her and made all kinds of accusations including that I was hitting her {current tense}. Keep in mind, I hadn't even caught up with her yet, and have never raised my hand to my mother in my life : in her little delusional world, everyone is the enemy -- including me.
She would go on to rant and rave quite coherently about other people that were against her as well -- including her former psychiatrist and my father -- but hey, that crap goes along with the territory when you have a mentally disabled parent.
That shit Hitler did however was completely uncalled for.
You never take the side of a delusional person in the middle of one of their delusions because it reinforces the delusion as reality.
If Hitler had a decent bone in his body he would have tried to help. Even calling the cops would have been an improvement over demanding I keep it down to prevent disturbing the other customers {of whom I'm sure would have sympathized with trying to take care of parent who can't take care of themselves}
Overall, I'm exhausted and just plain pissed.
A good thing I don't very easily embarrass, or I probably'd be that too ;-)
So, the competition begins......
Who had a worse day than I had ;-)
Meanwhile, my mother is telling the cashier to call the cops repeatedly on me; which I second pointing out that when the cops come their report will be public record and everyone will know the very same things I've been asking her -- so do it already.
I explained to Hitler that if he had a parent with a mental disorder who suddenly showed up out of the hospital they were supposed to be in, he would handle it in the exact same way.
Hitler being Hitler didn't care -- not even when I explained her exact diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia and her history of disappearing acts.
I let the whole restaurant know the day she was institutionalized = 28th of last month.
I would eventually learn over chili that she had signed herself out against medical advice and went to a homeless shelter -- where she still is but won't give me the location of.
The way she was talking, anyone else would swear she was on acid or something; but I know better because she's my mother and I've been through this before.
In any case, it was an improvement compared to a half a mile before the Wendy's, where I jumped out of a moving car when I spotted her walking along the busy highway where the Wendy's is located. She was extremely hostile when she first spotted me running towards her and made all kinds of accusations including that I was hitting her {current tense}. Keep in mind, I hadn't even caught up with her yet, and have never raised my hand to my mother in my life : in her little delusional world, everyone is the enemy -- including me.
She would go on to rant and rave quite coherently about other people that were against her as well -- including her former psychiatrist and my father -- but hey, that crap goes along with the territory when you have a mentally disabled parent.
That shit Hitler did however was completely uncalled for.
You never take the side of a delusional person in the middle of one of their delusions because it reinforces the delusion as reality.
If Hitler had a decent bone in his body he would have tried to help. Even calling the cops would have been an improvement over demanding I keep it down to prevent disturbing the other customers {of whom I'm sure would have sympathized with trying to take care of parent who can't take care of themselves}
Overall, I'm exhausted and just plain pissed.
A good thing I don't very easily embarrass, or I probably'd be that too ;-)
So, the competition begins......
Who had a worse day than I had ;-)