Finally, my Ma went to the hospital for a psychiatric assessment (we've been waiting for this for a long time). I don't know what that looks like; I do know that before assigning you a counselor, they test one's blood and urine and then one fills out a sheet about one's behaviour and thought-patterns before answering questions in person; so perhaps it's something like that, but I can't say for sure. Anyway, the point is that she went, and she's been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. She is not permitted to come back to our house, for the time being, at least, and living arrangements have been made for her elsewhere. I've seen her once since she was asked to leave our home, and she seems as well as can be expected. She has been bullying my father over text and phone repeatedly, and once showed up suddenly without the go-ahead from the social-justice-services-people, but other than that has, to my knowledge, observed the rules. We're told that parents with borderline personality disorder often display unreasonable favouritism to just one or two of their children, which we've definitely noticed in her before, and also that this likely started in her teen years, before she even met my father (take that, relatives who blame everything on the kids). Please understand that I'm not blaming her for having a disorder (Lord knows that would be kind of awkward- my brain isn't in perfect shape, either), but what I am mad about is how she refused to be helped for so long. I'm mad about her ignoring everyone who loved her telling her that she couldn't continue to behave the way she did.
Okay. End rant. Thank you for being so supportive, loves. You're in my prayers, and I wish you a very blessed day and Lenten season. Here's to you! :)
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