Cult Fiction

    Sometimes being part of a family is less like a company and more like a cult. There's a tremendous volume of stories that go beyond all reason to be more like ancient legends or folklore... members become caricatures or mythical beings of good or evil, and facts are pulverized and reshaped into stories of greatness or tragedy. There's a certain desperation when people don't stick to the script. A panic. A rage, even. Life becomes a predictable nonsense of walking around repeating the same phrases and pretending that life is rigidly predictable and that nothing happens at random and no one makes mistakes. People are either perfect or evil. Angels or demons.

    Sometimes families even have enforcers. If someone falls out of line there's always a sibling or a child or an aunt or uncle to form this stream of incessant checking like a stream of water wearing down a rock. 

    I'm rather certain that by the time I'm dead, people will understand the dangers of poor boundaries in healthcare better. There's only so much you can manipulate a mind and medicate it and threaten it and constantly and relentlessly attempt to pulverize fact and build fiction before it either breaks or turns the script. 

    Even CCBH knew. That crazy doctor ran around screaming about the family that operates like a medical cult and regurgitating various insanities and literally drove me and that hospital into the ground with the stupidity of trying to re-force medicate and what good did it do ANYONE? HELLO??!?!? Some people never learn. I'm a slow learner. But I'm catching up. 

    Anyways, more work today. I lost some money trying to start the tax business that the cult was insisting on and dealing with the fallout of the nonsense from the last hospital visit. I've been hardening some defenses and monitoring spending while trying to take care of the tax matter. 

    I really hope it doesn't get to the point that I have to start being blunt with people. I don't want to start saying things like "go F*** yourself" or "I'll see you in hell". Life shouldn't feel like a war, and regurgitating bullshit is getting tiresome. 

    I'm trying to focus on that peace. The ticking of clocks rather then the incessant prattling of people who cannot and will not mind their own business... the constant pushing and prodding, like a doctor probing a wound for a bullet. 

    I've had to close a few doors. Hopefully the hospital is cluing in and closing a few doors as well. Poor boundaries in healthcare is truly the devil's workshop. It breaks people, families, and organizations down. They'll keep saying I'm paranoid and crazy, but from time to time the story just won't add up.