i know i should be getting ready but this needs to get off my chest.
at work today, i was helping a seven year old boy pick out his very first pair of glasses. those are always some of my favorite patients because if theyre young enough to not care what other people think, they are usually really excited about the whole thing and pick out the most outrageous frames. its really neat. but today this kid came in with his mom and dad to take a look and try a few on, and this kid (his name is micheal) was really close with his dad. it was just a nice family moment, i thought, to see the mom and dad helping their kid out with his glasses. but then the mom started talking about something to the husband, and mid-sentence, the dad raised his hand up to shush her, and sad "look, yes, i get it okay? thank you very much for pointing out the obvious."
at first i thought he was being sarcastic, it sounded so mean. it was like he was talking to her like she was a little kid, even raising his voice and talking like she was beneath him. the mom shut right up, and pretended to fumble through some paperwork to keep herself quiet.
i didnt say anything; its none of my business and if i opened my fat mouth at that, i likely would have gotten in trouble from both dad and work. so i shut up and busied myself with my own paperwork and let the kid pick his frames.
after he found a pair he liked, i began to do my job and measure the frame, take down the info, etc. the dad was very concerned that his boy get the best of care, and what they need to do for his therapy, blah blah. he talked alot, even for a concerned dad. the mom then asked a question, and he, again, cut he off mid sentence, and said "what a dumb question. do you really not know? jesus christ."
the mom just hut up and smiled, and left the room.
then the dad scootched his chair a little too close to mine (and i think i know when im sitting uncomfortably close to a stranger, whom i now think is a raging asshole) and leaned way in a what i was writing. hovered, is the correct word, i think. he "hovered" over me, and asked another question, looking me up and down, side to side. i answered his question. he asked another. i answered it. then he leaned in closer, too close, and i got up and bolted for something in the other room.
when i came back, the mom was in the room again, silent. i finished up and, the kid satisfied, the mom kicked while she was down, and the dad prolly a little hornier than i would have liked, left the office.
im not as annoyed with the flirting as i am with the mother. flirting i can take. handle. deal with. but i know for a fucking fact that mom was abused. she couldnt even stand up for herself, and the dad had no fucking right to talk to her like that. god, he was such a dick. whats worse is that the kid treats the mom the same way his father does. it makes me sick. fucking sick. no one should have to put up with that kind of treatment. no one deserves that.
i have a huge soft spot for people who are in that mom's situation. i think most of you could understand why, not only because its not right, but because of what my own mom and i had to go through. im extremley sympathetic to people in that kindof situation, but i have no sympathy for people that dont do anything to try and fix it. it's fucking terrible that she is where she is, but how sorry can you feel for her?
i wish i had said something.
at first i thought he was being sarcastic, it sounded so mean. it was like he was talking to her like she was a little kid, even raising his voice and talking like she was beneath him. the mom shut right up, and pretended to fumble through some paperwork to keep herself quiet.
i didnt say anything; its none of my business and if i opened my fat mouth at that, i likely would have gotten in trouble from both dad and work. so i shut up and busied myself with my own paperwork and let the kid pick his frames.
after he found a pair he liked, i began to do my job and measure the frame, take down the info, etc. the dad was very concerned that his boy get the best of care, and what they need to do for his therapy, blah blah. he talked alot, even for a concerned dad. the mom then asked a question, and he, again, cut he off mid sentence, and said "what a dumb question. do you really not know? jesus christ."
the mom just hut up and smiled, and left the room.
then the dad scootched his chair a little too close to mine (and i think i know when im sitting uncomfortably close to a stranger, whom i now think is a raging asshole) and leaned way in a what i was writing. hovered, is the correct word, i think. he "hovered" over me, and asked another question, looking me up and down, side to side. i answered his question. he asked another. i answered it. then he leaned in closer, too close, and i got up and bolted for something in the other room.
when i came back, the mom was in the room again, silent. i finished up and, the kid satisfied, the mom kicked while she was down, and the dad prolly a little hornier than i would have liked, left the office.
im not as annoyed with the flirting as i am with the mother. flirting i can take. handle. deal with. but i know for a fucking fact that mom was abused. she couldnt even stand up for herself, and the dad had no fucking right to talk to her like that. god, he was such a dick. whats worse is that the kid treats the mom the same way his father does. it makes me sick. fucking sick. no one should have to put up with that kind of treatment. no one deserves that.
i have a huge soft spot for people who are in that mom's situation. i think most of you could understand why, not only because its not right, but because of what my own mom and i had to go through. im extremley sympathetic to people in that kindof situation, but i have no sympathy for people that dont do anything to try and fix it. it's fucking terrible that she is where she is, but how sorry can you feel for her?
i wish i had said something.