Wednesday, March 10, 2010

"The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.”

“Your grandmother thinks you need to be committed”, my mom said with a satisfied look on her face.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my book. Here we go again. I moved my lips along with her next statement, parroting it word for word:

“Really, she does. It used to be that when you turned someone over to the loony bin, they’d give you $50. I hate they don’t do that anymore. I could definitely use the money and you could definitely use the help. Heh, heh, heh.”

My family just loves this “joke”. It makes the rounds every so often, along with:

1) You’re just like your father.
2) Men won’t date you because you have sex with them too soon.
3) We sometimes think you’re a lesbian, but it might be preferable to being a whore.
4) You’re not a nurturer. Just move out and leave the kid with us. You know you want to.

That last one is my favorite. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. But I digress; let’s discuss this insane theory, hmm?

Mental illness runs in my family – manic depression, bipolar disorder. And I’m relatively sure my cousin is schizophrenic. No one ever knows who the fuck he’s talking to.

Aside from all that, I’ve always considered myself the “normal” one. While I might be weird to the general public, especially women, within my family I like to think that I collected all the marbles they lost and stored them up to use when needed.

I’ve seen my share of therapists, it’s true, but I attribute the majority of that to dealing with the neurosis of others. When you’re always around whack jobs you start to question your own sanity, to get drawn down into their rabbit hole of floating furniture and talking caterpillars that smoke the ganja.

My second to last therapist diagnosed me with ODD – oppositional defiant disorder. That’s about as crazy as I get. According to The Grandmother, this is enough to make a “vacation” necessary. Even though the diagnosis is from several years ago, it’s the only thing they have to cling to right now. Desperate people – grasping at straws!

But they have nothing left to fall back on because there’s no way I still have it.

Symptoms of ODD:

  • Actively does not follow adults' requests
Technically I’m an adult now so I don’t necessarily have to follow other adults’ requests, right? And it’s not like I’m discriminating. I don’t follow anyone’s requests. Just the other day this kid asked, no told, me to buy his chocolate for a fundraiser and I said, “I don’t eat chocolate! DO YOU SEE THIS ZIT, KID? Get outta here!”

See? Equal opportunity refuser – that’s healthy, not crazy.

  • Angry and resentful of others
Now that’s just silly. I’ll bet even Mother Theresa was resentful on the inside, and isn’t it better to leave everything out in the open? People know where they stand with me.

For example: If you just received a ridiculous sum of money from a dead relative I’m going to be resentful, I’m going to call you a lucky fucker, and I’m probably going to be angry that all my relatives are poor. It’s totally natural. But I’ll be happy for you as long as you share. Nevermind about your dead relative. You got money, ass cheese. Crying is for pussies.

  • Blames others for own mistakes
Yeah, ok, maybe.

“It’s not my fault she said ‘damn’ at school! You said it four times the other day and I usually just say ‘fucker’, which she didn’t say so there!”

“It’s not my fault that my car payment is late. The barman seduced me with Jack Daniels and karaoke!”

“It’s not my fault he likes me better. You should have slept with him first. I mean....”

  • Has few or no friends or has lost friends
I have plenty of great friends. Though, sadly, I did sort of lose one recently. See, she’s very selfish and cuntastic and also related. So I can’t really get rid of her completely. But we went from being likethis to like-------------------------this.
  • Is in constant trouble in school
I suppose we can change school to work and go with that.

I’m not in constant trouble. I occasionally get reprimanded for being late (and by occasionally I mean three times a week) and for occasionally wearing “unprofessional” attire (and by occasionally I mean three times a week) and I occasionally get the “oh, no you din’nt face” for saying things like “eff that shit in the ahole” and “your mom likes sausage” (and by occasionally...ok you get the point).

And just for the record, that last one is not fair at all. My boss is always saying things that cause me to make the “oh, no you din’nt face”. Like when she refers to lesbians: “licky splity”. Just...no.

  • Loses temper
I’ve been working hard on this and it’s gotten so much better! Instead of yelling and getting all crazy, I’ve been speaking calmly and rationally so they can understand exactly what they did to piss me off and how it needs to be rectified. (Snicker...rectified.)

For example: When my sister, the soul sucking twig of perfection, says something incomparably rude like “You’re a sucky mom” (I’m paraphrasing, but trust me, that’s exactly what it boils down to.) I respond with a bland facial expression and a quietly spoken:

“You listen to me you little asshole (soft smile). What you know about parenting could fit into your – A cup bra. When you push an 8lb squalling chunk of human out of your fucking vagina, in front of assorted strangers and one nurse turned paparazzi, then you can give me parenting advice. That may be happening sooner than you think since you can’t seem to keep your legs closed. Zing. Now, I suggest you turn around and toe-touch your little cheerleading ass out of the general vicinity before I decide to karate chop you in the face (innocent eyelash fluttering).”

  • Spiteful or seeks revenge
I wouldn’t really say I’m a revenge seeker. It just sort of falls into my lap: Ohmigawd! How did this shampoo bottle and a can of tuna end up right here? Oh well, I should probably just put them together and leave them out in the sun for a bit. Mmm, that’s nice.

Spiteful? All women are spiteful to a degree, even my 75 year old grandma.

Me: “I don’t want to go to church. I like gay people. I don’t care about politics, it’s boring. No, I don’t know anything about Al Gore and global warming because I don’t watch the news.”

G-ma: “I made this beautiful chocolate brownie pie with cream cheese icing. It’s absolutely delicious! You should try a piece. Mmm maybe a smaller piece, dear. *Hip poke, hip poke*. Actually, you know what, (takes back pie) you might just want to eat this piece of lettuce instead.”

Pause.

“How do you feel about gay people now?”

  • Touchy or easily annoyed
Only when I’m on the rag. Usually. Ugh, fine. Having a kid is synonymous with “easily annoyed”, damn it!

“What’s that clicking? Are you clicking something?” Cheeky grin from child in question. “You don’t fool me, I hear clicking.” 5 minutes later: “OH MY GAWD WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!”

“Put your pants on. Put your pants on. Put your pants on. Put your pants on. OH MY GAWD WHERE ARE YOUR EFFING PANTS KID!”

Kid: “Mom, what are those?” Points in the general direction of a million different objects.
Me: “What are what?”
Kid: “Those!” Still pointing.
Me: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Which thing are you pointing at?”
Kid: “That right there!” Finger wavers over a plethora of things and stuff.
Me: “Seriously, kid.”
Kid: “Why?”
Me: “Don’t start with the why stuff, please.”
Kid: “But why?”
Me: Deep breath...”holy mother...”
Kid: “Mom! WHAT IS THAT?!”
Me: Tugging on hair, eye sockets exploding - “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW! CHRIST ALIVE, I DON’T KNOW!”

That kind of stuff goes on all day, every day. I’m thinking about having the closet sound proofed.

Obviously there is no need for me to be committed. I’ve been looking into new therapists, but I probably wouldn’t need one of those either if the stupid doctor would just give me some pills that make me deaf for 14 hours a day and every other weekend.

On second thought...how quiet are those padded rooms?

21 comments:

Tony said...

Aw, families...before I shunned my father, I was absolutely positive that he was crazy. He thought I was the crazy one, but no, sir. He's the crazy one!

I think the same deal goes for you too. You're not crazy, it's just the people around you that drive you crazy!

Esmerelda said...

Oh my God (thunder cracks - hahaha, cracks - as the world comes crashing down). I have ODD. Is there therapy for ODD? If there is, I don't want it.

erin said...

Oh boy. I'm pretty sure that all the women (and some of the men) on both sides of my family are medicated or self medicating for mental disturbances/imbalances. Except for me and my momma...I think she might take something for heartburn though.

I've never been to a therapist but I'm pretty sure I'm normal. Oh I did see a psychologist once, when we were figuring out the custody stuff. Both myself and my ex went through a bunch of testing...

The report said I was devoid of chemical imbalance or mental defect but did have an obvious case of 'optimism' and 'spontaneity difficulties'. Are those psychological terms, really?

Sara said...

Isn't "blames others for own mistakes" what everyone does? The second I get in trouble, I throw anyone and everyone under the bus. Darwin theory!

Sara said...

"Spontaneity difficulties"? What the fuck does that even mean? I think psychologists just make words up sometimes to scare their patients. That's what I would do to get through the day of having to listen to boring stories from boring patients.

Secretia said...

If they raise that fee to $500 for referring people to state mental hospitals, I might turn in my whole family and move to Hawaii.

Secretia

Baglady said...

Licky splits. Heh hehe. It's funny when older people are politically incorrect when you don't have to speak to them. And if my sexits colleague once more makes a gay joke I swear I'm going to knee him right in the nuts. Prick.

Anyway, I digress. You sound perfectly sane to me. And Mr Manbag says my only baggage is that I don't have any baggage so I must be fine.

Melissa Leah said...

At least the therapist was able to tell you something. They stamped my paperwork as a lost cause when the first word left my mouth.

And don't let my comment box scare ya girl! LOL! I put that up there cause I was starting to get comments from peeps that were very racially and homophobic driven. I am not like that.

mo.stoneskin said...

First of all, it is very nice to have a standard length post. It's about time.

I attribute all my issues to the neurosis of others. Even my insatiable appetite is their fault.

mylittlebecky said...

i was *just* thinking about how every. freaking. therapist i've seen are GIANT assholes. i wish i could find a good one. therapists, chiropractors and vets are so hard to find. annnnd now i sound like an eighty year old.

j said...

i don't have a kid and everyone/thing annoys me. so i give you props. because although i was once a nanny, and i have two little brothers, to have my own spawn yacking at me all day would make me rip out my hair as i simultaneously ate the entire contents of the fridge. not that i don't do that anyway, without having my own kid.
but i wouldn't trust me with a kid.
and therapists.. they just say that stuff so you can blame your anxiety on something and buy meds. (or because there's something wrong withyou or me).

Ed said...

One crazy person stopping by another crazy person's blog.

I came over from Steamy's.

Also a crazy person.

It's like full circle crazies.

Colleen said...

You have ODD, I have OCD. We all have our disorders.

If you weren't complaining about this stuff, then you'd be crazy. It's right there in Catch 22.

Sally-Sal said...

Dude, the only reason why your family thinks anything is wrong with you is that you're not throwing yourself into a relationship with some random guy.

You've got your shit together, Aly. You love Hannah, you work, you take care of yourself and your daughter.

You speak your mind, you know who you are, and you're not afraid to just be you.

That doesn't make you crazy, that makes you remarkable.

Speaking from the land of the crazies, I admire your strength, your guts, and your mother fucking moxie.

To sum it up, you win at life.

Steam Me Up, Kid said...

Pshht. What's Ed even talking about? I'm not crazy! *squats, pees in a thermos, addresses it to Ed*

He'll see it my way pretty soon.

ODD sounds like fun. Whats the opposite of that? The one where you make everyone happy but yourself? I've got that. It's fun.

Rachel said...

I know this feeling. My dad calls me an alcoholic because I go to parties and drink with my friends.

He's the one with the problem..

Eric said...

Damn I lost track of all your symptoms. That's right, I have Attention Defic

Kate said...

Hi - Like the blog but it's way too cool for me.

Pearl said...

Ha! Mr. London Street was right!!

Pearl

Miss Welcome said...

You're really smart. The crass style is a bit much for me (I know - it's part of your charm and far from my own style), but I admire your ability to perceive people and your scathing wit.

joeygirl said...

i love how any little personality quirk that causes ripples in the "calm" of the everyday makes you have a disorder.
is it any wonder why so many people are on meds?