Looking back at genetics and mental illness in my family paints a harrowing picture. I don't think I would have chosen to have children if i would've understood the genetic legacy I was passing on to them. We never talked about mental illness in our family. When my father was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, my mother told us we were never to speak ( Read more... )

I can remember being very small, and living in a yellow house with a brown roof. The walls of my bedroom too, were bright and sunny. The living room furniture was colonial, the couch velvety and covered in various country scenes. I could stare at it for hours, making up stories to myself about the tiny people in their carriages and barns and ( Read more... )

We didn't wind up being able to go to the railroad today, and looks like I won't be able to go to the casino, either. Whatever. Not like I particularly wanted to spend more time with them anyway, but it somewhat annoys me that when we were in the car and my brother Joe brought it up - it was that him, me, Ron, and mom were going to go. Now Ron's ( Read more... )

Pre-op testing went alright. Long day, made me tired. I took a nap when I got home. Yesterday was better - went mini-golfing and playing air hockey and skee ball. I'm awake enough now to feel like I want to do something, but too restless to settle on what. I think I'm somewhat worried about the whole surgery thing, even though it seems like it's a ( Read more... )

And because my mother (with whom we co-habitate, if you recall) has some serious OCD issues, she's bringing in an exterminator on Thursday to kill us all with pesticide poison get rid of the ants and bees that are around the house. Now... if you also recall... we live the middle of a pine forest, where there are trees and sand all over the place - ( Read more... )