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The Witch is Gone
14 years ago
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No, she's not dead... I'm not that frustrated. xD
Brace yourself, this is gonna be a long one...
Explanation:
Its been some months now, sometime before Christmas of last year, that various happenings going on in my family have transpired to put my aunt in my home with me and my mother. With my dad having passed the year before, my mother and I were the only ones to take care of the rest of that side of the family. My grandmother and two aunts have always been... well I'm not supposed to use the kind of language I'm thinking of towards family, but thats the way it is.
Just replace the Wicked Stepmother and evil stepsisters with the appropriate family titles in such a situation and you've pretty much got them pegged. Fortunately, for whatever blessed reason, my grandmother was struck entirely senile and is all laughs and giggles now with no trace of the person she once was.
That made things a little easier, but the oldest of my aunts was a constant thorn, like she felt the need to take up the slack left by her mother. Situations continued up until about three quarters into the year until my aunt finally made my mother snap. After a hefty one-sided, tearful argument from mom, the aunt was left to her own devices to attempt to care for her mother and sister on her own... until almost a day later, she collapsed from a stroke. She was in the hospital for some time, but her in-out coma eventually gave way to her passing as well. You'd maybe think we'd feel some regret, but mom was still burning and I was furious that she had actually taken my mother to that point.
This left my grandmother and the youngest aunt alone... which wasn't going to last. The lone details about the youngest aunt is that she was diagnosed schizophrenic (a disorder associated with delusions, paranoia, and irrational thinking) and possibly bordering into mental inability (retardation). Only one of these is obviously true and her ramblings about being watched is not the biggest hint. The family, including my father, were afraid of her aggressive outbursts and her even creepier 'quiet' periods when she'd stay away in her room, mumbling about things. I will admit she is a very tragic individual, but it shows the uncaring nature of her mother that they never got her any help. As far as anyone knew, she was taken to the doctor when she was just short of adulthood when her mother thought she might be medically ill, but the doctors diagnosed her with the retardation at the time (this was an explanation for most things doctors couldn't really understand back then, if you know some history). Refusing to believe her perfect loins could be soiled, she dismissed with the beliefs of the doctors and carted her back home.
Again, this was back in an age-old time when there was a common theory... if you forget the problem, it will go away... if it won't go away, forget the person... no.. this is not refering to the doctor... By the estimates of me and my mother, my aunt was left with a spare house the family had, a decent distance from the rest of the family, by dear grandma's choosing, and there my aunt lived by herself for 30-40 years, practically disowned and nearly forgotten. Back around the beginning of the new millenia, there were reports of an odd smell coming from the house and several dogs gathered around the premise, ill-fed if not already corpses... The fire department broke in to find my aunt stuck in a fold out bed that had closed on her for god-knows-how-long and an even wider array of dead dogs around her.
Being this was about the time after my father had his stroke and could no longer care for his older family, it left the burden on mom mostly, and she (against the insistence of grandma) got my aunt treated, and while she was at it, evaluated. This was the point, with modern psychiatry in place, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and she was anything but mentally handicapped. With her health in mind, mom set up for my aunt to be under 24 hour care in a nursing home facility.... Until grandma came for a visit without my mother being aware of it. By the end of the day, grandma was carting her daughter out of that 'crazy' house to be 'properly' taken care of. Wisely the fire department had demolished the house after she was taken away under threat of it being a health hazard to the surrounding neighborhood, so grandma couldn't leave her there again. And thus the youngest aunt began to live with mom and her older sister again, though not for the better... the house would soon be closed down and demolished for roughly the same reasons (the family are notorious packrats/hoarders), mom moved all three to a quaint little apartment complex...
flash forward back to the ordeal after the oldest aunt died, the apartment grandma and the aunt are staying in is now evicting them, this time not only for their hoarding habit, but the social security check the older aunt had coming to her (how she got it in the first place is any wonder, considering she never worked a day in her life... literally, not joking) was no longer coming and thus the family had no way to pay rent. being senile now, however, grandma was in perfect position to be taken to the nursing home herself, which started out as a great idea... but...
the day the paramedics came to safely take grandma to the nursing home, everything seemed fine... grandma was put on a stretcher (she had broken her hip previous and she was so fragile by this point, there were no chances taken) and began to be carted to the vehicle outside. I was helping them push the stretcher as one went to open the vehicle doors, when all of a sudden i hear this screaming coming from the door to the apartment. I look to see my aunt coming at the stretcher, screaming bloody murder, cursing at her mother for leaving, and shaking her fists in the air like she's going hit her when she gets close enough... I catch her around the middle and hold her back as she beat on the edge of the stretched as the medics look on in fear. the one at the stretched with me helps me grab her and push her to the wall of the apartment as the other tries to handle the stretcher herself. mom's calling the police at this point and asking them to come as my aunt's screaming... half-an-hour later the police finally arrive... my aunt is 'calmed down' and eating cereal in the kitchen like nothing just happened, telling the officers she's fine (like the sharp wit she actually is, definitely not handicap)... because apparently my mother's witness, the medics, and my own are not enough to testify that this calm person was just a minute ago coming at her own mother, the police leave.................
yea.......
so instead of having an official reason to put her anywhere for her own good, these months (nearly half a year now) my aunt had been staying with me and my mother because she had no where else to go... though we are not afraid of her ourselves, she was a constantly irritation... taking up the slack for both her mother and older sister, my aunt has been a royal pain in our sides since well before Christmas of last year. What started as us trying to care for her, seeing at the time she was perhaps a tortured soul who needed true care, she met us at every turn with bitterness, resentment, and disgust... over the months we realized she was not tortured, she was just her mother's daughter, and perhaps the true reason she was discarded before was her mother's inability to face facts within herself...
ever since she started to live with us, we had been originally intending to get her some help, medically and socially, but the built up resentment against such things stayed from her mother into her as well, and she refused it all... she grew on our nerves... mom had decided to go back to school before the incidents happened, she was even starting her own business on the side, and she had started it all... but as things progressed, dealing with my aunt, her grades began to dwindle, failing one class entirely, and her business ideas were at a complete stand-still. on top of the fact, of either of us, mom is still very much grieving over my father's passing, and my aunt has been every negative to my positivity of helping...
I originally was simply able to ignore her, passing by her without even a glance as she scowled at me, muttering behind my back, but eventually, especially beginning about a month or so, it started to wear on me... even in my office, i could hear her mumbling, i could feel a cold chill down my back from her presence... it was effecting my work, my inspiration, my spirit... on top of what she was doing to my mother, oh hell no, she was gone.
with every insistence, the urge for her to be taken somewhere was that much greater. badgering doctors and state officials to the point we were perhaps beginning to look a little off our own rockers, we demanded some assistance... skipping the longer part of the past few months, finally... the nursing home my grandmother is staying got my aunt's medical records of the past few years (she had nothing before then, seriously... she didn't even have an ID... hell, we had to go to the state house to get a copy of her birth certificate because the family had 'lost' her original... essentially she didn't exist until a few years ago)... the nursing home was ready and willing to take her... the very next day, Thursday, May 19th, year 2011, we took her to the facility, filled out remaining paperwork, showed her to her room, left her things, and left... me and mom even had a little celebration dinner at a nice little restaurant we hadn't gone to in yeeeeeeears.
don't worry, we will go back to check on her, but she's with her mom now, like she wanted, for better or poorer, and with all legal ties cut, we have no responsibility regarding her anymore and mom and I can relax... with my thoughts finally flowing free again, I hope to keep my promise of bringing more soon, but in the meantime, i'm still collecting myself and reconsidering life and human nature...
In the meantime, Tora and Stel did treat me to a little therapy session and thus y'all shall have tentacles :P
Warning: Adult! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5789988/
Brace yourself, this is gonna be a long one...
Explanation:
Its been some months now, sometime before Christmas of last year, that various happenings going on in my family have transpired to put my aunt in my home with me and my mother. With my dad having passed the year before, my mother and I were the only ones to take care of the rest of that side of the family. My grandmother and two aunts have always been... well I'm not supposed to use the kind of language I'm thinking of towards family, but thats the way it is.
Just replace the Wicked Stepmother and evil stepsisters with the appropriate family titles in such a situation and you've pretty much got them pegged. Fortunately, for whatever blessed reason, my grandmother was struck entirely senile and is all laughs and giggles now with no trace of the person she once was.
That made things a little easier, but the oldest of my aunts was a constant thorn, like she felt the need to take up the slack left by her mother. Situations continued up until about three quarters into the year until my aunt finally made my mother snap. After a hefty one-sided, tearful argument from mom, the aunt was left to her own devices to attempt to care for her mother and sister on her own... until almost a day later, she collapsed from a stroke. She was in the hospital for some time, but her in-out coma eventually gave way to her passing as well. You'd maybe think we'd feel some regret, but mom was still burning and I was furious that she had actually taken my mother to that point.
This left my grandmother and the youngest aunt alone... which wasn't going to last. The lone details about the youngest aunt is that she was diagnosed schizophrenic (a disorder associated with delusions, paranoia, and irrational thinking) and possibly bordering into mental inability (retardation). Only one of these is obviously true and her ramblings about being watched is not the biggest hint. The family, including my father, were afraid of her aggressive outbursts and her even creepier 'quiet' periods when she'd stay away in her room, mumbling about things. I will admit she is a very tragic individual, but it shows the uncaring nature of her mother that they never got her any help. As far as anyone knew, she was taken to the doctor when she was just short of adulthood when her mother thought she might be medically ill, but the doctors diagnosed her with the retardation at the time (this was an explanation for most things doctors couldn't really understand back then, if you know some history). Refusing to believe her perfect loins could be soiled, she dismissed with the beliefs of the doctors and carted her back home.
Again, this was back in an age-old time when there was a common theory... if you forget the problem, it will go away... if it won't go away, forget the person... no.. this is not refering to the doctor... By the estimates of me and my mother, my aunt was left with a spare house the family had, a decent distance from the rest of the family, by dear grandma's choosing, and there my aunt lived by herself for 30-40 years, practically disowned and nearly forgotten. Back around the beginning of the new millenia, there were reports of an odd smell coming from the house and several dogs gathered around the premise, ill-fed if not already corpses... The fire department broke in to find my aunt stuck in a fold out bed that had closed on her for god-knows-how-long and an even wider array of dead dogs around her.
Being this was about the time after my father had his stroke and could no longer care for his older family, it left the burden on mom mostly, and she (against the insistence of grandma) got my aunt treated, and while she was at it, evaluated. This was the point, with modern psychiatry in place, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and she was anything but mentally handicapped. With her health in mind, mom set up for my aunt to be under 24 hour care in a nursing home facility.... Until grandma came for a visit without my mother being aware of it. By the end of the day, grandma was carting her daughter out of that 'crazy' house to be 'properly' taken care of. Wisely the fire department had demolished the house after she was taken away under threat of it being a health hazard to the surrounding neighborhood, so grandma couldn't leave her there again. And thus the youngest aunt began to live with mom and her older sister again, though not for the better... the house would soon be closed down and demolished for roughly the same reasons (the family are notorious packrats/hoarders), mom moved all three to a quaint little apartment complex...
flash forward back to the ordeal after the oldest aunt died, the apartment grandma and the aunt are staying in is now evicting them, this time not only for their hoarding habit, but the social security check the older aunt had coming to her (how she got it in the first place is any wonder, considering she never worked a day in her life... literally, not joking) was no longer coming and thus the family had no way to pay rent. being senile now, however, grandma was in perfect position to be taken to the nursing home herself, which started out as a great idea... but...
the day the paramedics came to safely take grandma to the nursing home, everything seemed fine... grandma was put on a stretcher (she had broken her hip previous and she was so fragile by this point, there were no chances taken) and began to be carted to the vehicle outside. I was helping them push the stretcher as one went to open the vehicle doors, when all of a sudden i hear this screaming coming from the door to the apartment. I look to see my aunt coming at the stretcher, screaming bloody murder, cursing at her mother for leaving, and shaking her fists in the air like she's going hit her when she gets close enough... I catch her around the middle and hold her back as she beat on the edge of the stretched as the medics look on in fear. the one at the stretched with me helps me grab her and push her to the wall of the apartment as the other tries to handle the stretcher herself. mom's calling the police at this point and asking them to come as my aunt's screaming... half-an-hour later the police finally arrive... my aunt is 'calmed down' and eating cereal in the kitchen like nothing just happened, telling the officers she's fine (like the sharp wit she actually is, definitely not handicap)... because apparently my mother's witness, the medics, and my own are not enough to testify that this calm person was just a minute ago coming at her own mother, the police leave.................
yea.......
so instead of having an official reason to put her anywhere for her own good, these months (nearly half a year now) my aunt had been staying with me and my mother because she had no where else to go... though we are not afraid of her ourselves, she was a constantly irritation... taking up the slack for both her mother and older sister, my aunt has been a royal pain in our sides since well before Christmas of last year. What started as us trying to care for her, seeing at the time she was perhaps a tortured soul who needed true care, she met us at every turn with bitterness, resentment, and disgust... over the months we realized she was not tortured, she was just her mother's daughter, and perhaps the true reason she was discarded before was her mother's inability to face facts within herself...
ever since she started to live with us, we had been originally intending to get her some help, medically and socially, but the built up resentment against such things stayed from her mother into her as well, and she refused it all... she grew on our nerves... mom had decided to go back to school before the incidents happened, she was even starting her own business on the side, and she had started it all... but as things progressed, dealing with my aunt, her grades began to dwindle, failing one class entirely, and her business ideas were at a complete stand-still. on top of the fact, of either of us, mom is still very much grieving over my father's passing, and my aunt has been every negative to my positivity of helping...
I originally was simply able to ignore her, passing by her without even a glance as she scowled at me, muttering behind my back, but eventually, especially beginning about a month or so, it started to wear on me... even in my office, i could hear her mumbling, i could feel a cold chill down my back from her presence... it was effecting my work, my inspiration, my spirit... on top of what she was doing to my mother, oh hell no, she was gone.
with every insistence, the urge for her to be taken somewhere was that much greater. badgering doctors and state officials to the point we were perhaps beginning to look a little off our own rockers, we demanded some assistance... skipping the longer part of the past few months, finally... the nursing home my grandmother is staying got my aunt's medical records of the past few years (she had nothing before then, seriously... she didn't even have an ID... hell, we had to go to the state house to get a copy of her birth certificate because the family had 'lost' her original... essentially she didn't exist until a few years ago)... the nursing home was ready and willing to take her... the very next day, Thursday, May 19th, year 2011, we took her to the facility, filled out remaining paperwork, showed her to her room, left her things, and left... me and mom even had a little celebration dinner at a nice little restaurant we hadn't gone to in yeeeeeeears.
don't worry, we will go back to check on her, but she's with her mom now, like she wanted, for better or poorer, and with all legal ties cut, we have no responsibility regarding her anymore and mom and I can relax... with my thoughts finally flowing free again, I hope to keep my promise of bringing more soon, but in the meantime, i'm still collecting myself and reconsidering life and human nature...
In the meantime, Tora and Stel did treat me to a little therapy session and thus y'all shall have tentacles :P
Warning: Adult! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5789988/
Incaros
~incaros
I'm glad your feeling better. :3 Kinda reminds me of a much worse version of my nephew. God I hope he grows out of it. -.-; -puts a kitten on her head, which then proceeds to attack a few strands of her hair, the way kittens do-
Norithics
~norithics
Man. Family is just... it can be some crazy shit.
