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Nov. 12th, 2007 09:44 amMy brother wants to leave the country and join a cult with a woman who owns a kennel.
Bernard is autistic and he has a chronic and fairly serious ailment which has caused him to go to the hospital at least twice a year (he's bad at the whole "taking your meds" thing) and pretty much requires constant monitoring by my parents (who can be overprotective, but first-hand accounts suggest that Bernard actually needs it). And while I am polite and courteous when people come to my house to evangelise, because all life is hard and door-to-door evangelising doubly so, I am not fond of organised religion and a religion which discourages the use of medical science is right up there near the top of the list of Organised Religions I Am Not Fond Of, Especially When My Brother Wants To Join.
Even setting that aside I could probably tell him to follow his bliss were it not for the fact that I really believe 1. he would die before his time from untreated Crohn's, probably through his own self-neglect and 2. the stress of watching it happen would literally kill my mother. She doesn't handle stress well; I've long been of the suspicion that she's a very high-functioning autistic herself, and some forms of Asperger's Syndrome can make it difficult for people to process intense emotions.
She called me this morning, utterly wigged out by the email she got from Bernard, who is currently at university. An hour on the phone with her at an ungodly time of the morning seemed to calm her down, and I just sent her an email pointing out how incredibly expensive and difficult it is to immigrate, especially with a chronic medical condition.
Not to be a narcissist about it, but this is not the stress I needed five days before opening a show.
I really hope I can get out of rehearsal before eight and get to the concert I want to go to. I could use a little performance in my life and a pint of high-quality beer wouldn't go astray either.
Bernard is autistic and he has a chronic and fairly serious ailment which has caused him to go to the hospital at least twice a year (he's bad at the whole "taking your meds" thing) and pretty much requires constant monitoring by my parents (who can be overprotective, but first-hand accounts suggest that Bernard actually needs it). And while I am polite and courteous when people come to my house to evangelise, because all life is hard and door-to-door evangelising doubly so, I am not fond of organised religion and a religion which discourages the use of medical science is right up there near the top of the list of Organised Religions I Am Not Fond Of, Especially When My Brother Wants To Join.
Even setting that aside I could probably tell him to follow his bliss were it not for the fact that I really believe 1. he would die before his time from untreated Crohn's, probably through his own self-neglect and 2. the stress of watching it happen would literally kill my mother. She doesn't handle stress well; I've long been of the suspicion that she's a very high-functioning autistic herself, and some forms of Asperger's Syndrome can make it difficult for people to process intense emotions.
She called me this morning, utterly wigged out by the email she got from Bernard, who is currently at university. An hour on the phone with her at an ungodly time of the morning seemed to calm her down, and I just sent her an email pointing out how incredibly expensive and difficult it is to immigrate, especially with a chronic medical condition.
Not to be a narcissist about it, but this is not the stress I needed five days before opening a show.
I really hope I can get out of rehearsal before eight and get to the concert I want to go to. I could use a little performance in my life and a pint of high-quality beer wouldn't go astray either.