Tonight my husband's family has been emailing like mad and going on and on about everything, and someone noticed I'm alone so one SIL came over for dinner. We ordered in, she paid. Except that I dragged my ass and ordered a bit late, then the food took over an hour to arrive, and Kaz refused to do his homework again and dissolved into tears.
And after weeks of calmly asking and talking, I finally lost it and screamed at him for faking all this emotional crap just so he could avoid his homework.
All in front of my SIL. The one with no kids. Who kind of gets it but who can't really because she doesn't live with it every single day.
And then my other SIL called ostensibly to wish me Happy Valentine's Day and give me "support." You know---the passive-aggressive kind. What she really wanted to tell me that she had already told everyone yesterday all the information that I had sent my husband by email, and that her information was right, and therefore mine was wrong. I waited until halfway through the phone call to let her know that I had gotten my information from someone at the Minister of Health's office so she could stop referring to my sources as uninformed opinion, but she didn't. Sigh...
We do have someone in the family and some friends who can pull some strings for us here and there and maybe get a him a bed for a week or two, but seriously, in the era of patient's rights, you just can't lock up the mentally ill for months and hope no one will let him out. 30 years ago before decent antidepressants were invented, and budgets were slashed to the bone maybe, but nowadays---they'll adjust his meds, make sure they work for maybe a week, give him a plan for outpatient group and individual therapy and send him merrily on his way.
Funniest part of all these conversations? The assumption that the Doctors will take charge of his medical care in some way!
I'm trying desperately to picture a Doctor taking charge of anyone's treatment plan. I mean, please, we all know in this community what good it does to trust those fuckups, right?
But hey, what the hell do I know? I'm just a mother of dead children.