I had a conversation with someone the other day that just infuriates me. He's an ass, plain and simple, and he thinks that makes him funny. Wrong, it makes you a dick, but you'll never realize it or even be man enough to admit it. But I digress. He basically told me that all my issues are all in my head and I just need to do it and stop whining, because my problems don't even exist. Don't exist huh? I told him well aint that just sweet, must be nice to never have experienced such difficult things to even know what you are talking about. He talked over me of course. I gave up, you can't teach stupid, closed minded people. He'll always be a dick, he'll always think I'm just being a baby, and that's fine with me. I'd rather surround myself with people who actually have a clue vs. someone who's a dick.
It's people like him, saying the shit he does, that put more pressure on being normal. I try hard, but I always come up short and then there are far too many people like him who think depression, OCD, ADD, ADHD, and many other mental illness's don't exist and we're just lazy and difficult or drama queens. It's no wonder his child acts the way she does, he think she's stupid and difficult instead of someone who needs extra help dealing with emotions.
But it's also people like him that inspire me to NOT be like that. Bailey has problems with his emotions, I mean the terd bucket starts crying when his food touches sometimes or if he's trying to get a bouncy ball to be still and hold up a book. I may not understand it and it may annoy the bajeezus out of me but he can't help it. And instead of yelling or telling him he's being a baby, I need to get in there and talk him through it. Instead of telling him to suck it up and be a man, I need to get on his level and see what happens. It's hard, REALLY hard in the moment when it's like really come on this is not something to cry over. How hard is it for him though? How hard was it for me when I was puking my breakfast up minutes before we left to go shopping because I was having a panic attack, and my parents yelled and punished and told me I was being silly? Hard and lonely.
The dick can keep his 'knowledge' of emotional issues, because at least I can say I'm trying to understand my child and help him, and I'm not telling him to shut up every time he talks or that he's driving me insane because he's being stupid. Can he say that?