Mental Health: Really?!
Sep. 11th, 2024 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ah, this afternoon. It was going semi-okay. I'd worked on an application and polished the old CV a bit. I'd cooked and eaten a pleasant enough lunch. I'd spent quality time with Cheddar on my lap.
I called my mom. It's hard to get her after the morning, what with her remote German class through the University of Florida as well as her usual baking, knitting, errands, and other stuff with my aunt Beth. So I was timing it carefully.
I got her. She was drinking her coffee. I told her about how absolutely awful antisemitic things were getting out in the media lately.
What does she say? She yells at me for bringing it up. See, she's spending the next 56 days not watching the news, she can't even think about the election, and she can't even think about The Situation in Israel, and by the way, now I've ruined her day, which was definitely going to be a good day.
Oh, hell no.
"Some of us don't have that luxury," I said quietly.
She hung up.
Well, fine.
I don't have the luxury. I live 31 miles from Gaza. Hell, even my psychiatrist doesn't have the luxury: he's treating soldiers at Soroka. I can stay off social media, but I do not have the luxury to bury my head in the sand.
*sigh*
Of course, it's All About Her.
I called my mom. It's hard to get her after the morning, what with her remote German class through the University of Florida as well as her usual baking, knitting, errands, and other stuff with my aunt Beth. So I was timing it carefully.
I got her. She was drinking her coffee. I told her about how absolutely awful antisemitic things were getting out in the media lately.
What does she say? She yells at me for bringing it up. See, she's spending the next 56 days not watching the news, she can't even think about the election, and she can't even think about The Situation in Israel, and by the way, now I've ruined her day, which was definitely going to be a good day.
Oh, hell no.
"Some of us don't have that luxury," I said quietly.
She hung up.
Well, fine.
I don't have the luxury. I live 31 miles from Gaza. Hell, even my psychiatrist doesn't have the luxury: he's treating soldiers at Soroka. I can stay off social media, but I do not have the luxury to bury my head in the sand.
*sigh*
Of course, it's All About Her.
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Date: 2024-09-12 09:47 am (UTC)I'm worried for you. <3
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Date: 2024-09-12 02:19 pm (UTC)Right now I'm taking a break from Mom, which was also suggested by my husband, who was pretty appalled when he found out (he remarked that it was too bad that the war was so inconvenient).