ב''ה,
So things with my family are.. awkward. This was a thing people did previously, but something about how the first months of 2017 rolled out in USA and how nuts everyone got.. hand of G-d or whatever the reasons, among other things this upped the "gender wars" and it's just so hard to say because hetero relationships were so often awkward before both the grabby talk broke everyone and the ladies decided to attack even those who supported their politics. (And non-hetero, times were different, those disappeared into a cloud of meth since then and/or everyone stopped being able to hold it down with their bedroom drugs..)
Anyway, yeah, who knows, I've been putting up with that vibe and some Catholic anti-Semitism and G-d knows what from that side of my family since then and it's sad and irritating and life threatening anyway to the extent I couldn't get a loan to eat while doing work for them *before* politics fully broke everyone.
Okay, that's sort of some personal nonsense, but I happened to stumble across a fundraiser for someone's dead (20-something) kid, who possibly had something neurological going on or CTB or both. Not going to link it, G-d knows if it's even real, but the *attitude* in the mother's writing..
Okay, first of all, fundraiser for funeral expenses, that shit is expensive, I can understand that.
But the actual text was.. a letter written to everyone, in the 'voice' of and maybe 'signed by' her dead son, saying everything she wanted him to say, apologizing for everything she found offensive or ungainly about him and so on.
Lady, you're wearing your dead son's corpse as a costume. That's some horror movie stuff. If a male did that.. in fairness, it probably would be checked twice for fraud, or someone would at least tap him on the shoulder and say "whoa brother, at least put that in a book and be a great author, not signing a corpse's name to a fictional letter on an appeal for money directly."
But since therapy culture says this is particularly an okay way for mothers to grieve.. Go ahead babe, reenact a scene from Psycho and get paid for it!
Y'know what? Both men and women and everything in between, we're all absurd. And for all the pain biology gives the fairer sex, and all the other shittiness people have to put up with in life, I get how there's somehow a 'can't girls have *any* fun?' attitude to this and the mother is trying to recoup the costs and the pain of childbirth because that one didn't return-on-investment.
But G-d, Karen, you're wearing your dead kid as a puppet.
If your therapist told you this was acceptable, because, y'know, you didn't get your return-on-investment so go ahead and play with the corpse of your kid's identity like a doll, like you're back in grade school.. your therapist needs a therapist and maybe a rubber room.
Anyway, like I said, guys, girls, anyone, we can all get wacky at times, but this sure just drips of the 'brought you into this world, can see you out' attitude turned up to 11 that makes me wonder how miserable everyone was in life, and whether the mom could ever comprehend she'd sent an independently thinking and feeling being out into the world rather than making a Baby Born doll to play with while he lasted.
Weird vibes and I'm kind of nauseous from it. Anyway, if y'all are ever worried how you'd be remembered if anyone does, it might just be that: vicariously whatever they'd wish they'd gotten, and maybe a last chance to recoup their costs.
So things with my family are.. awkward. This was a thing people did previously, but something about how the first months of 2017 rolled out in USA and how nuts everyone got.. hand of G-d or whatever the reasons, among other things this upped the "gender wars" and it's just so hard to say because hetero relationships were so often awkward before both the grabby talk broke everyone and the ladies decided to attack even those who supported their politics. (And non-hetero, times were different, those disappeared into a cloud of meth since then and/or everyone stopped being able to hold it down with their bedroom drugs..)
Anyway, yeah, who knows, I've been putting up with that vibe and some Catholic anti-Semitism and G-d knows what from that side of my family since then and it's sad and irritating and life threatening anyway to the extent I couldn't get a loan to eat while doing work for them *before* politics fully broke everyone.
Okay, that's sort of some personal nonsense, but I happened to stumble across a fundraiser for someone's dead (20-something) kid, who possibly had something neurological going on or CTB or both. Not going to link it, G-d knows if it's even real, but the *attitude* in the mother's writing..
Okay, first of all, fundraiser for funeral expenses, that shit is expensive, I can understand that.
But the actual text was.. a letter written to everyone, in the 'voice' of and maybe 'signed by' her dead son, saying everything she wanted him to say, apologizing for everything she found offensive or ungainly about him and so on.
Lady, you're wearing your dead son's corpse as a costume. That's some horror movie stuff. If a male did that.. in fairness, it probably would be checked twice for fraud, or someone would at least tap him on the shoulder and say "whoa brother, at least put that in a book and be a great author, not signing a corpse's name to a fictional letter on an appeal for money directly."
But since therapy culture says this is particularly an okay way for mothers to grieve.. Go ahead babe, reenact a scene from Psycho and get paid for it!
Y'know what? Both men and women and everything in between, we're all absurd. And for all the pain biology gives the fairer sex, and all the other shittiness people have to put up with in life, I get how there's somehow a 'can't girls have *any* fun?' attitude to this and the mother is trying to recoup the costs and the pain of childbirth because that one didn't return-on-investment.
But G-d, Karen, you're wearing your dead kid as a puppet.
If your therapist told you this was acceptable, because, y'know, you didn't get your return-on-investment so go ahead and play with the corpse of your kid's identity like a doll, like you're back in grade school.. your therapist needs a therapist and maybe a rubber room.
Anyway, like I said, guys, girls, anyone, we can all get wacky at times, but this sure just drips of the 'brought you into this world, can see you out' attitude turned up to 11 that makes me wonder how miserable everyone was in life, and whether the mom could ever comprehend she'd sent an independently thinking and feeling being out into the world rather than making a Baby Born doll to play with while he lasted.
Weird vibes and I'm kind of nauseous from it. Anyway, if y'all are ever worried how you'd be remembered if anyone does, it might just be that: vicariously whatever they'd wish they'd gotten, and maybe a last chance to recoup their costs.
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