She choked a 3-year-old ( Read more... )

Well, let's see. What's to say on this journal's subject? Not nearly as much as there used to be, that's for sure. Used to be 10, 20 times a day I'd have to open this up and write out what they were doing in order to keep from losing my mind, but most of what they've been doing lately are just the subtler and less-aggressive things. The day before ( Read more... )

The Crazy Lady had a 3 hour psychotic episode last night, running, literally running back and forth across the kitchen hammering counters, slamming cupboards, stomping on floors, slamming things against the walls and slamming the drawers - non-stop - just like the good old days when I couldn't get out of bed. I'm not sure if she thought that I was ( Read more... )

A lovely week. Every night my mother continues with scraping things against the wall of my room a few times before she goes to bed. My father has been chasing me around the house a little each day, not too much, quick jerky movements, intimidating posture, immediately beginning narratives about what he can see I'm paying attention to when I enter a ( Read more... )

Sociopath just got back from hiking and is standing near the door of my room bellowing into his cell phone now. Think I'll go for a hike myself before the sun goes down today.

Peace and quiet all week except for being chased around the house for minor interrogations when they heard me coming or going a few times since Tuesday, but I was able to to avoid them almost altogether. Went to see the psychiatrist again yesterday and had a nice chat. It felt good to talk about it out loud some more. Got home around 6 PM last ( Read more... )

I was able to avoid them all day yesterday, left early pretending to go to school and came back after their normal bedtime. Today the sociopath tried to begin an interrogation about school but I escaped before he could find a way to rationalize that I was trying to do something to him. There were some small pieces of mud I'd tracked onto the rug at ( Read more... )

I feel so sad sometimes, listening to them interact after having gained this perspective, for the millionth time, but now, finally, with full-on acceptance - it makes me feel so sad to listen to them talking to one another. They're their only friends, and they get together for little more than to fool each other into believing that they're happy, ( Read more... )

No weirdness at all, no aggressiveness, nary a grunt, a whisper, an odd look or a startling explosion. They're eating dinner and chatting peacefully. Everything is OK tonight.

Woke up at around 9:15. Crazy lady was gone, either to the store to pick up items for tonight's dinner or to church. No jarring explosions or anything strange. 2 cough drops and some Sudafed were placed on a sheet of paper on the floor in front of my door and Sociopath came to my door just now and gave a short speech on how the medicine will affect ( Read more... )