We probably shared the same loony bin in our past life. Hi, my name is Meatball and I have Anxiety Disorder NOS. (Please see last blog).
If you get to meet my mom and dad for the first time, you’ll probably think that they are a perfectly nice couple. What you will probably never know is that they both have Diagnoses just like me.
My dad is Italian-American. He is inertia in motion. Passionate. Creative. Productive. He has a bucket list for EVERY SINGLE DAY and he gets upset when something doesn’t get done on the list. He has such a great zeal for life that he wants to live to at least 120. He loves to cook. He designs and makes furniture. He fixes cars. He paints, writes poetry and makes artwork from wood. He is your all around jack-of-all trades. He also has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Anything and Everything should be in their proper place. Maybe he needs this to keep all his stuff in order. My mom tells people that she cannot cook. That’s actually not true. Under duress, she can probably cook, but not in my dad’s kitchen, she ‘s too messy. He also has Seasonal Affective Disorder. He gets depressed in the winter, and during most days when the sun is not shining, all because he cannot do what he has planned to do that day.
My mom is all-Filipino. She is inertia at rest. My dad calls her BL – beyond lazy. If you want her to do something, you would need to explain to her, in detail why it needs to be done. Then you would have to justify, again in detail, why she should be the one to do it. She has a death wish, (life to her is just too much work), so she is not afraid of anything (except heights). She is a high functioning Bipolar with Psychotic symptoms. She believes she is the lost Skywalker, the back-up plan just in case Luke and Leia don’t make it. She is depressed because she thinks she has been abandoned, and she did not have a chance to fulfill her destiny. She is strong in the Force. She is practically royalty. She is entitled to Millions of Minions, but all she has is my dad and me. She spends her days dreaming of the time when the Empire would need her and put her in her rightful place. She makes sure she is prepared, she plays Bejeweled Blitz almost all day to keep her eye-hand coordination sharp.
This I think is the purpose of my life – to make sure I keep them off the edge. Make sure my dad relaxes sometimes, and my mom does not get herself killed too soon.
Life Lesson: It is not just who make up your pack, but also what keeps it together: Meatball, Munication, Mmitment, and Mental Illness, not necessarily in that order.