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Dec. 17th, 2009
ffffffffffffffs
Dec. 17th, 2009 11:16 pmokay, so as I said on facebook, my mother in law is trying to commit suicide by saying the wrong shit to me at the wrong time.
Toay she calls from the hospital an asks how I am doing, I tell her,um, I'm having anxiety for the 4th or 5th day in a row, and my landlord needs to come in and fix things this weekend, so I'm cleaning. but she wants to tell me about this thing that happened at the hopital, that there was this *spiritual and inspirational* lesbian couple, an she thought I would find this surprising, since of course she's not as comfortable with lgbt people as I am, and that she has some issues with gay people even though she supports full rights for them, but she went ahead and accosted this butch lesbian at the hospital to tell her what and inspiration she was to her, or some such ridiculous bullshit. and I'm like, wait, what am I supposed to be suprised by, that you had a touching moment with a lesbian person? that you accosted a stranger to have an inapprpriate emotional outbreak, likeyou always do? and what do you mean you have some issues with lgbt people? wtf?
and she kept going on, about how she supported queer rights, but... and kept leaving that but open ended, until I was like,no, really, wtf "issues" do you have queer people, since, uh, I'm queer? you can't just tell me you have issues with people like me, but then not be able to own those fucking issues when I tell you I am one of those people. and apparently, since she assumed I was straight, I am not supposed to be hurt by her saying lgbt people make her uncomfortable, as though she has neer met any of my friends..
and she kept using the whole glbt acronym, and I was like, 'wait, so which letters do you hae an actual problem with? because then I can tell you if those are the ones that apply to what degree, and you can decide if I make you uncomfortable'
and shetried to argue with me about some shit when called her on her privilege, like, she has the privilege never to consider if someone she meets is queer, and she got all hysterical about how it wasn't a privilege, and she's never gottten over tihsgay family friend's family funeral drama, so she isn't privileged?
and then I had an anxiety attack, yelled at her A LOT, took a lorazepam, and told her I was done talking to her for at least a few hours, and until she could tell me wtf her isues with lgbt people are.
then I called z, and told him what his mother had pulled, and he called her back, and sad he didn't want to hear shit about it, but she was not to call and talk to me before sunday, because I have enough fucking stress this week without her giving me a panic attack every time I talk to her on the fucking phone.
then I cleaned my living room while high on lorazepam, whlle my friend who was over while I screamed at scrub cleaned my kitchen.
Toay she calls from the hospital an asks how I am doing, I tell her,um, I'm having anxiety for the 4th or 5th day in a row, and my landlord needs to come in and fix things this weekend, so I'm cleaning. but she wants to tell me about this thing that happened at the hopital, that there was this *spiritual and inspirational* lesbian couple, an she thought I would find this surprising, since of course she's not as comfortable with lgbt people as I am, and that she has some issues with gay people even though she supports full rights for them, but she went ahead and accosted this butch lesbian at the hospital to tell her what and inspiration she was to her, or some such ridiculous bullshit. and I'm like, wait, what am I supposed to be suprised by, that you had a touching moment with a lesbian person? that you accosted a stranger to have an inapprpriate emotional outbreak, likeyou always do? and what do you mean you have some issues with lgbt people? wtf?
and she kept going on, about how she supported queer rights, but... and kept leaving that but open ended, until I was like,no, really, wtf "issues" do you have queer people, since, uh, I'm queer? you can't just tell me you have issues with people like me, but then not be able to own those fucking issues when I tell you I am one of those people. and apparently, since she assumed I was straight, I am not supposed to be hurt by her saying lgbt people make her uncomfortable, as though she has neer met any of my friends..
and she kept using the whole glbt acronym, and I was like, 'wait, so which letters do you hae an actual problem with? because then I can tell you if those are the ones that apply to what degree, and you can decide if I make you uncomfortable'
and shetried to argue with me about some shit when called her on her privilege, like, she has the privilege never to consider if someone she meets is queer, and she got all hysterical about how it wasn't a privilege, and she's never gottten over tihsgay family friend's family funeral drama, so she isn't privileged?
and then I had an anxiety attack, yelled at her A LOT, took a lorazepam, and told her I was done talking to her for at least a few hours, and until she could tell me wtf her isues with lgbt people are.
then I called z, and told him what his mother had pulled, and he called her back, and sad he didn't want to hear shit about it, but she was not to call and talk to me before sunday, because I have enough fucking stress this week without her giving me a panic attack every time I talk to her on the fucking phone.
then I cleaned my living room while high on lorazepam, whlle my friend who was over while I screamed at scrub cleaned my kitchen.