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Oh God, you guys, today was awful.

Another argument with my dad, he was driving me to the nursing home and I got so mad I waited for a red light and I got out of the car. I don't know why I got back in when parked it a block ahead of me.

I just, I got mad because my mom tried calling me to talk to my dad because he wouldn't answer his phone. Then it got into how for the last few months I've been worried that what I say to him's gonna lead him to a knife. And then he starts about how it's so hard for him to be away from us, but it's because of mom. He doesn't love her anymore, and that his psychiatrist and therapist agree he needs to stay away from her, but I don't know if I can believe him. And then about how he says he's feeling better and he's now allowed to use half his medication dosage, or something, but I still don't know what to believe.

Oh, I just, I don't even know if I'm giving all the information, I'm frazzled, and I really hope they'll continue to leave me alone.

Would really like someone to talk to.

I'm sorry you're going through all this, Kid. It sounds very tough.

Message boards, however, aren't the best places to talk about personal problems. Doing so depends on the chance of someone being online who is willing to talk about them. Besides, all anyone here can do is tell you to keep hanging in there.

Do you have a teacher, a friend, a neighbor, or a trusted older adult in your life to whom you can turn? Someone who knows you better than anyone on line possibly can? If not, try locating a family counseling center in your area. Many such centers offer services for free if money is an issue. A church is also a good place to find someone to listen and perhaps connect you to other places that can help. (I assume the same is also true of a synagogue or mosque, but I have no direct experience in those areas.)

Please understand that I'm not trying to discourage you from posting about your family problems. If it helps you to do so, then do so. But it sounds as if you need more help than anyone here can provide.

Well, at college, I've got Professor Thompson, but I only see her on Tuesday and Thursday.

Nei Ruffino's a friend I usually talk to on DA, but she's at Emerald City this weekend.

Although, I can say my mom respected my wish to be left alone today, and she apologized, like always, that I get dragged into this and said I have the right to vent.

But, there is something that someone might be able to do to get something off my mind, but I think it would be too much to ask. Maybe.

Someone with a Deviant Art account.

Yeah, I think HWW is right. I can vent with the best of 'em (obviously) but it's just not the same as having a live human to talk to.

If nothing else, is there a family services hotline you can call, or even a non-profit group similar to Al-Anon where you could go to a meeting? Maybe search-engine the NYC area and see what comes up.

Well, I do have Grandpa, thank God, the only sane male adult in my life so far.

Adding to what cleome said:

National Alliance on Mental Illness National Information HelpLine: Frequently Asked Questions

This page includes resources/information for family members of people dealing with mental illness.

Thank you, but I'll need to take a better look when I come back on.

There is one other thing, my dad has stated that I don't have to worry about him trying to kill himself over the things I say, but the way he's almost always on the verge of tears when we leave can give anyone a cause for concern.

I'd also like to add:

I-800-LIFENET


This is a 24/7 crisis hotline for NYC.

I have to remember this for emergencies. Thank you, Deb.

Don't hesitate to use it, Sarcasm Kid. Once, in my late teens, I was freaking out about things and a similar help line made all the difference.

I remember when I was 14, we had moved up to the two floors my aunt used to live in. I had my own room, so did my brother, my dad had his own den, and my mom finally got to sleep in her bedroom.

I hated it. I hated the idea that we took this place from my great aunt. I hated the fact that I had, and still have, to share my room with my brother in the summer because they can't put an air conditioner in. And I've still been bitching about it.

In 7th Grade, well, all of middle school, I hated that too. I was stuck in an all boys Catholic school, and they were all idiots. Not that I was perfect, but I used to get so frustrated with that thing they do thing after lunch "First person in's gay". I'd already had a bad day when some guy was looked over the door at me in one of the bathroom booths, and after lunch when they were doing that thing I just said something racist, thing is I don't remember exactly. I got suspended for the rest of the day. One day I was so mad at my parents and brother I doodled on a test them dead. God knows how much counseling that got. And then in eight grade a package came about my bad grades and my attitude.

I once stepped on my grandpa's foot when I was 11, mad at him because he stopped a video tape I had in his living room from recording before school. I found out he had to go to the hospital.

Whenever my brother is really annoying me, or just won't stop being a jerk, I say really, REALLY cruel things. Stuff like I wish you were dead, I wish you were never born, I wish mom had aborted you.

In 10th grade I got so frustrated about the fact that I was doing bad in chemistry, the beginning of the year I was saying some things that once again caught the attention of counselors.

On here, I click on the names to see if you've guys have stopped by my threads. Sorry. Part of my personality is a bit... well, obsessive.

I, I just wanted you guys to know that I'm not perfect. And I wanted to be honest. We're all nuts in my family.

So, today wasn't so bad.

Sorry my rant wasn't as long as the last post.

yay!

I guess it's because I got a ride from my cousin home from the nursing home today.

(Cousin on mom's side. Thank God she brought my grandpa to see my aunt)

At school.

Dad came by to get rest of his albums before I left school. He's mad at mom because she believes he's been breaking some things during the visits he makes to the house. He kept asking me if he ever broke anything.

In all honesty, now that I think about it, I remember when we were little he smashed two video tapes. A couple of summers ago, when my brother broke a pool light when he accidentally knocked it off, he pretty much smashed the thing on the ground and demolished it.

The Wii stopped working (it won't turn on, and we can't figure out why), the showerhead came off and we had to get a new one, and the glass in my grandpa's screen door was cracked.

Suspicious, but not entirely damning. He may or not have something to do with those things, but proving it is the hardest part. The only thing that can really be done is to insure that someone is home when he comes over.

I agree, and in honesty most of the time when he drops me off to the house and comes in I dash straight to the labtop to check my messages.

Now I just wish I could figure out what's wrong with the Wii.

Outside of checking all the connections, I don't know that much about the Wii. We just got one for Chrismas rom my folks...so I have not had any issues with ours yet.

I looked up something online, but I'm not sure yet...

On a plus side, I got to leave early today since they handed out the mid-term in my last class.

That guy, my mom's friend who my dad thinks is having an affair with, he donated some money to my brother's school play (Alice in Wonderland, my bro's the Queen of Hearts), and, he wants to give me $100 in order to make things fair.

Nothing today.

And still nothing.

But, I did remember two things I once did to my mom.

In eight grade, I learned about all the things that are in cigarettes. My mom and dad are both smokers. I got off the bus at Blockbuster, and in front of my mom, brother, and aunt, I told my mom to lean down because I had something to give her. And I slapped her.

A few years ago as we were driving home, my mom muttered something racist as she drove by a couple of guys who looked Arabic, and they were talking. I got mad and into an argument with her. I even called her a bitch.