A few things on my mind
Dec. 28th, 2004 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treeskinFrank's car is in the shop, we think in his favorite shop in Topeka. Blew a head gasket, he says. No idea who dropped him off yesterday morning, or who came and picked him up sometime after we left for errands.
Still no sign that he's working on moving out, or that he's gotten a job. I'd planned to remind him of the move-out date today, but he's not home. Argh. And to judge from the state of the house when we got home Sunday night, he hadn't been home at all while we were gone. *shakes head* If this is his normal pattern of behavior, then I can completely understand why his previous roommates gave away his dog. The poor animal was neglected and starved for attention. If I could find a home for the cat, I'd be sorely tempted to pass him on.
Worrying about Sis is pushing Frank back down to "annoyance" level in my mind. We've noticed before that Sis has been hiding from the things that were wrong with her life, for most of her adult life. Certainly, she's been doing that most of her married life.
Sis has been on some form of antidepressants for years, and with her job, I can understand that. From what she's told me, all of her coworkers are similarly medicated. BUT, when she got pregnant with the little one, she was much more concerned with going off Zoloft than going off some of her steroid-based asthma meds. And now, she's on Zanac. She flat out said that smoothed out the hard edges and made her job and her oldest kid and her husband bearable. And rathre than doing anything constructive about it, she's medicating herself.
I've realized that despite the example of my father's alcohol addiction, and despite her psych degree and years of working with disfunctional people in the foster care system, my sister is an addict. That the drugs she uses to cope with life are prescribed doesn't matter; she's still hiding behind them.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
Still no sign that he's working on moving out, or that he's gotten a job. I'd planned to remind him of the move-out date today, but he's not home. Argh. And to judge from the state of the house when we got home Sunday night, he hadn't been home at all while we were gone. *shakes head* If this is his normal pattern of behavior, then I can completely understand why his previous roommates gave away his dog. The poor animal was neglected and starved for attention. If I could find a home for the cat, I'd be sorely tempted to pass him on.
Worrying about Sis is pushing Frank back down to "annoyance" level in my mind. We've noticed before that Sis has been hiding from the things that were wrong with her life, for most of her adult life. Certainly, she's been doing that most of her married life.
Sis has been on some form of antidepressants for years, and with her job, I can understand that. From what she's told me, all of her coworkers are similarly medicated. BUT, when she got pregnant with the little one, she was much more concerned with going off Zoloft than going off some of her steroid-based asthma meds. And now, she's on Zanac. She flat out said that smoothed out the hard edges and made her job and her oldest kid and her husband bearable. And rathre than doing anything constructive about it, she's medicating herself.
I've realized that despite the example of my father's alcohol addiction, and despite her psych degree and years of working with disfunctional people in the foster care system, my sister is an addict. That the drugs she uses to cope with life are prescribed doesn't matter; she's still hiding behind them.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
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Date: 2004-12-28 06:23 pm (UTC)I hope you continue to find places and people who comfort you and affirm how wonderful you are. This is a rough patch in the journey.
Sending you affection and peace of mind.