
So this is another one of those rambles … those ones that brew away for awhile, that don’t quite have the vocab to pad them out proper like … and then a wave of hormones hits … or an extra shot of limoncello is downed … or the right ignoramus espousing the spiritual awakening of the year clears their throat …
And the flipping of the bird doesn’t quite do it .. but it manages to placate the need to throttle.
Today. Is. That. Day.
.
Yes. This is a blog about Me working through the daily shit-fest that pts(d) and all the other happy delightful fuckerys that go with it.
Yes. I don’ always get it right. But by fuck I give it one hell of a go. Always have. Always will.
Yes. I can be cunt.
Yes. I can be a right royal cunt on some days.
But here is where I pause. Because the comparison I’m about to make, isn’t supposed to be cunty, it’s supposed to be a reality check for those who don’t understand pts(d), mental illness (I fucken hate that title … and working on another …) and ‘hidden’ illnesses …
I had someone “Pfft” My pts(d) symptoms and diagnosis the other day.
That “Pfft” was also accompanied by an eyeball roll that almost got lost at the back of their ignorant head.
And I let most of that slide … cos, hey, you can’t teach the ignorant. Well more specifically, this ignorant fool … I’ve tried … It don’t work.
My management means I have little to nil to do with this particular person.
Then, lo and behold, I have another ignoramus do a similar eye ball roll, ‘Pfft’ing, followed by a shoulder shrug and the line … “Ohhhh whatever … you’re just using it as an excuse …”
Hold the fuck up Mate ….
No-one has been this stupid for awhile … as in, saying shit like this directly too Me or within my ear shot … so big ups for having the lady balls to say it out loud … High-five and moving the fuck on …
My response however wasn’t the cordial – ness they were expecting:
‘Digression and quick back story’:
We have a nephew who has cerebral palsy. It effects his speech, coordination, walking, communicating … He was left this way after dying in utero, being cut out and resuscitated, thanks to a midwife and health system fuckup. But I won’t get into that one … Our little man is gangstah as fuck … he’s a fighter, because he has to be … he’s learning new skills everyday … his dream is to oneday … Run. Fuck he’s cool ;)
‘Back story and digression done …’
So after the above ignoramus statement, I says:
“Have you ever said that too [nephew]?”
*Head shake*
“Would you ever say something remotely close to that to [nephew]?”
*Head shake*
“Then why the fuck do you think you have the right to say shit like that to Me? For the record, I don’t fucking want to hear it. I have enough to deal with and I am not educating your ignorant ass hole – not now, not ever”
*Open mouthed … looking a tad surprised*
You know sometimes I am all kinds of surprised about the shit people say to others because they want them to comply, or they want to feel more comfortable, or the want some other fucked up thing that someone like Me just doesn’t get …
But I Am Over It.
No More Motherfuckers.
kpm ©
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