Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Life as it is...

I have a special cousin. I think she’s around 20+ years old. She’s not on her own mind, sees everybody as a big toy specifically made for her, and doesn’t have the capacity to think on her will. I sometimes shudder to think that I have a relative of that kind. But as time goes by, I realized that it is me that is in serious mental illness. She needs us, more than just understanding and silent stares. She needs us to treat her lovingly. But some people will never understand hethe way we tried to understand her condition…

I never really have a grasp of why it happened to her. She just popped and then poof, we now have her. And I wonder why her mother can’t understand her situation. She blames her kid—my dear cousin, of the things that has happened to her family. My other relatives would say that she’s just jealous of the attention her husband is giving to her kid. A mother, so jealously affected by her special kid over her husband’s attention? I think she’s a little ill herself.

Every time we see each other, she’s really rough to her kid. And I can’t do anything about it since we don’t have that much bonding moments together. And she made me think that she’s not compassionate to anyone except herself. I wish things will be kinder to those people like her—cruel to the bones.

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