- Mother’s Day was a mixed bag: I didn’t see mine and she was at the beach with my father (so I was spared some anxiety) and we went to my wife’s sister’s place, saw their mother, and played with the kids. It went well, then this happened:
- I flipped out on my sister-in-laws boyfriend for waiting to make a spectacle of and laughing stock of the extremely mentally ill. I asked him to stop playing a viral video and making fun of the woman in it who’d been arrested for stalking (maybe you’ve seen it), over and over. He kept belittling the woman to my mother-in-law and anyone around to listen (I was right next to them.) As calmly as I could, I asked him to stop playing that in front of me, that people that ill need help not to be laughed at. He refused and told me to mind my business and kept on going. I asked again, and he refused again. So, I cursed at him and I threatened him physically (and it wasn’t an empty one)....with the kids in the room. He’s a piece of shit, but I crossed a line. I went from “please stop that” to “I’m gonna smash your phone and break your fingers” in about 10 seconds when he verbally pushed back. Whatever it was that exactly triggered me, I became extreme irrational almost instantly. I did good on for a few moments...maybe it was the push back he gave?
- Several people I love have schizophrenia. They are people, first and foremost. A young man in my religious community (but not in the OTO) has gotten worse, been living on the street, and spouting crazy things and doing thing at people. He’s been violent with his family in recent months when they took him back in. He got arrested then released recently. I’ve been trying to help his stepdad find him and get him help.
The body master and I made the decision to let people know in the greater Atlanta magick community. We had gotten multiple reports that his behaviors were escalating. So we announced over social media that he’s potentially dangerous, and warned people about him and gave a physical description.
There’s also a racial layer to it that I’ve been grappling with, becoming aware of my own amount of white guilt I wasn’t aware of, all while struggling with my white-knight complex to save people from bigger forces. The young man is black. Yeah....things to chew more on.