Smallville premiere tomorrow night, 8/7 central! EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH IT.
My dad is insane.
I know his 'insanity' is a side-effect of the Parkinsons disease and the damage it's done to his brain, and plus, it's possible he might have mild Alzheimers. In any case, he has this freakin' obsessive disorder with air-fresheners. He thinks he is crawling with bugs, or that there are always bugs on his clothes/body, when there really are none. So he uses air-fresheners to spray the room constantly and even his clothes, which he takes off one article at a time to thoroughly spray. Then he made me, because I couldn't convince him he was clean and just being irrational and freakin' insane, spray him with clothes on from head to toe twice. Then he was finally satisfied.
Christ. He talks about random, nonsensical things (sometimes he's very lucid, sometimes not so much), and he has this obsessive disorder thinking that he has bugs on his body, either that or pins/needles on his body. It's so frustrating...I can't take much more of this. It's driving me insane. My mother too, I can tell. We're hanging from threads right now, the family in general. I *almost* don't care anymore what the flip happens to my father, but I still do care since he's my father for christ's sake, because I've lived with him for the longest time. I keep thinking he shoudl go back to China where the rest of the family are and probably be happier there than here, where there is never anyone who can keep him company since I go to school and mom works.
/vent.
Now I have to go cut the grass. Fun!
My dad is insane.
I know his 'insanity' is a side-effect of the Parkinsons disease and the damage it's done to his brain, and plus, it's possible he might have mild Alzheimers. In any case, he has this freakin' obsessive disorder with air-fresheners. He thinks he is crawling with bugs, or that there are always bugs on his clothes/body, when there really are none. So he uses air-fresheners to spray the room constantly and even his clothes, which he takes off one article at a time to thoroughly spray. Then he made me, because I couldn't convince him he was clean and just being irrational and freakin' insane, spray him with clothes on from head to toe twice. Then he was finally satisfied.
Christ. He talks about random, nonsensical things (sometimes he's very lucid, sometimes not so much), and he has this obsessive disorder thinking that he has bugs on his body, either that or pins/needles on his body. It's so frustrating...I can't take much more of this. It's driving me insane. My mother too, I can tell. We're hanging from threads right now, the family in general. I *almost* don't care anymore what the flip happens to my father, but I still do care since he's my father for christ's sake, because I've lived with him for the longest time. I keep thinking he shoudl go back to China where the rest of the family are and probably be happier there than here, where there is never anyone who can keep him company since I go to school and mom works.
/vent.
Now I have to go cut the grass. Fun!