Such a crappy experience but an eye opening one....
So there I was trying to help MY mother and this swarm of non speaking people were buzzing around me.
For some reason, the minute I walked in there was tension in the room. I'll never know if my brother had warned them of me...of what I'm not sure, but I have an inkling that it could of been about my Chinese medicine.
I'll never know, because I never intend to see those people again.
So there I was, looking at my mother's tongue, taking her pulse, getting ready to do some mild acupuncture. I was also going to suggest that we get her back to the hospital because it was apparent she was very ill.
In the state of California, an acupuncturist is considered a primary care giver, so we have to refer to acute care if the situation merits it. In the case of my mother, it did at that moment,
But I had no time to help her, because the minute I started interacting with her, these people were buzzing around my head. And when I got ready to do some acupuncture, that's when one of those people started to get physical.
This non speaking English woman was yelling and grabbing at me, telling me I could not do anything unless "Roger" says its okay.
That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull....since when did I go on my brother's payroll I was thinking. I dropped out of that palace hierarchy over seven years ago....he had no control over me...
I told the woman that it was MY mother and to stop bothering me. She pulled me again...At that point, with all the old demons floating in the back of my head, I went up to her and was about to deck her, she was no physical match for me....
When....the little voice in the back of my head said......"Holly is this really worth it?" because one of the other Mexican ladies was in the process of calling the police.
I kept looking at my mother expecting her to tell them to stop it, because I was her daughter. She said nothing.
I don't think I can ever forgive her for that. I know she was really sick, but she could talk....this is not the first time something along this line has happened, where she let my brother or my brother's attack dogs had come after me.
I think she allowed this because she so much likes the attention of my brother, and there she was in all the glory, HER SON was taking care of her.
So....I quickly summed up the situation and said screw it, it was not worth me having to deal with the police and everything that went along with that scene.
Once I made up my mind, I packed up my things, looked at my mom, and told her I would never see her again.
In my mind, my mother died that day.
I have not seen or spoken to my father or my brother for over seven years. They are no longer my family.
Now my mother is gone to me....
Just because your born into a family does not mean that one must continue to swallow toxic crap and that was my last gulp of my families poison.
Never Again.....the last door finally closed. I'm outta there.....forever.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:41 AM