SOAB.

SOAB. My uncle just showed up. The abusive, ill, messed-up human being whom I mentioned once who is my mother's brother. He just showed up. They discharged him from the hospital in California to a rehab facility and he just walked out and drove here and showed up. 

I don't even know words for the emotional and mental disaster this is for my mother, my father, myself, and etc. I can tell you that this explains a lot about my mom the last few weeks; she was working with the people in California to get him what could be done through social services there. Nobody knew where he went when he left. Guess what? This is so horrible for my mom, I can't even tell you.

And he might have MRSA. Per my mom the CA people said he did, then he didn't, now he has an infection but maybe it isn't MRSA. Fuck this. My father is immune compromised. I am so angry I don't even. And yes, I will pick my dad over my uncle any day. Sorry, I know karma is out there, but my uncle set this up a long time ago. Do I feel sorry for what made him what he turned into? Yes. Does that mean I think we should all suffer for that? Hell, no.

Sadly, he is obviously just competent enough to not be legally incompetent. He just drove all the way across the country as evidence. Had he been truly legally incompetent, they could have done a little more to keep him put in California. On principle, I think it is a horrible thing to declare someone incompetent. But this is threatening my family, such as it is. Ftn.

He's not a resident of this state. He's not entitled to social services here. There is no money to support him, and, boy, even if there were is that an ethical argument waiting to go badly. We do things for people because we are related to them. Our society is premised on this. At what point do they become so destructive that society stops giving you grief about taking care of people and accepts that forcing someone on you is going to destroy more people than it will help? 

And he had a place to stay and be taken care of. He just won't. It's part of his mental deterioration, I presume, but he won't stay in residential facilities. He'd rather live in his car. Except obviously not, since he somehow thought he'd just show up and live with my mom. WTF?!

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I'm sure part of the intensity of my feeling is the clear and present danger that I need to protect myself and my mom and my dad from. It's real; this person is dangerous. I'm equally certain it's a reaction to the sense that society dictates that we are all supposed to be all compassionate and caring for the suffering or we are horrible people.

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