Financially, yeah, looking after my brother though? If I moved out (arhhmmm, away from him) I wouldn't have to. More house work for me, and most likely more spending on food because it's really expensive to live alone, but god maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard every bloody day on stressful things... money doesn't really stress me out that much, I have enough to live and enough to look after my horses plus a little on the side.
Our govt is pretty useless tbh, they're the ones that screwed him up so bad in the first place. He WAS fine, well, not "normal" but functioning just fine tyvm and learning to look after himself (ie cook, clean, look after pets - he has always self-cared in getting dressed and other personal needs)... and then he went to high school. Stuff that went on with the school caused his huge anxiety issues and when he was in school he was suicidal. THEY had screwed up so bad that we were told by a human rights group to take the education department to court, because we had a very strong case and WOULD win. Perhaps we should have, they turned a very promising young man into a complete shut-in who is incapable of working... who knows how much potential income from work they have cost him?!
...anybody see a theme here? Depression and anxiety DEFINITELY run in the family, my mother has had depression, my aunt has panic attacks, my grandfather currently IS depressed (but won't admit it, bloody army men haha!)... nothing against the folks in our family, they're all good people, but our genetics certainly don't seem to help us much.
It's funny, for the longest time I thought mental illness was something that affected other people. Not me. My idea of mental illness was the lady down the street (manic depressive, which is of course just another name for bipolar, plus goodness knows what she DIDN'T admit to/know about) who would be your best mate one day and then come to you the next, telling you (and completely believing her own words) that an hour ago she saw you walking your dog past her property, and it pooped on her lawn and you didn't pick it up, and she would really appreciate if you would clean up after your dog... when you didn't WALK your dog that day, or the day before that, or the day before THAT, anywhere near her place. She was odd, that one. Lovely, but certainly strange.
Not really sure what I'm on about, and when I'm confusing myself I know I've stayed up too late :P high time I went to bed I think, have been up since 8am and it's 12.30 the next morning now.
A CLEAN SLATE FOR THE FUTURE
Last edited by blue eyed pony; 08-23-2012 at 01:30 PM.