You know.. What made me angry today is what makes me angry every day and that's the fact that the women in my family are so used to being doormats, it's nauseating. They pick these people that will be everyone else's hero, but theirs. It's at the point where they won't even be their own.
However, I made it abundantly clear to each and every one of them that just because they won't say anything, doesn't mean I won't. Hell, I couldn't stfu if I tried, but the point being is that guess what.. I have 20 years of mental health experience. I may have it as a patient, but I still have it and I know what's right and what's wrong. My "opinion" doesn't have to be an opinion. I'm comfortable with accepting it as a fact without approval just for the simple fact that the approval would be coming from a person that can't even reach that hand down and help pull themselves up yet.
I used to care so much about people's opinions of my functionality, capabilities, flaws, quirks etc. that I was sort of convinced that my opinion not only didn't count, but wasn't even noted. Simply for the fact that I had issues that I had to deal with on a medical level. After a while, I got to look at it from a distance. From there, I could see that not only did my opinion count and was valid, but also that it was coming from a loving place. So basically, I sold myself really, reeeeally short.
I don't want these women to feel that way, even if they're the reason I had to feel that way. And just because they aren't being lovable, doesn't mean I'm not going to love them. But it does mean that the line has been drawn on my end about ending this destructive family cycle. I won't enable it, and it's completely ok to do so. It's also ok for nobody to tell me different. No ball, no court. Line. there.. drawn. See simple lol
When my bipolar/pdd son is crying because he doesn't understand why people are so cruel, and he is in that place that I'm sure everyone knows, I want him to be able to love himself (and respect himself) enough to reach down and grab that hand and tell himself that it's alright. It's ok to be your best friend. You just have to allow it.
I'm still pissed off in a way because I really want to understand how a human being can walk over another, and feel nothing. Or if they aren't feeling nothing, how can they put their heads down at night and sleep. It's disgusting to me, and I want more for them, but I can't keep grieving the loss of what these people aren't, never were, and probably won't ever be. I guess I can only make sure that my kid understands that this is not normal, no matter how society measures normality. There's society, and then there's humanity. It's not the same game at all. But he will understand, if it kills me, that it is up to him as a human being to look out for other human beings. They might not return the favor, but that boy will be able to breathe.