Just yesterday I had a little time since my arrival in Buenos Aires to write. I started a cute story that will probably end up in the following days. But I could not follow. Other things occupied my mind and here the story. Those who abstain are a bit down anymore.
The day I arrived in Buenos Aires, and without even leaving the airport, my parents told me that my youngest son was admitted to a neuropsychiatric disorder. The shock was strong. But as two years ago that we were in trouble, did not cost me too much overlap.
My family was always responsible, serious and common sense of the group, a role that I have absolutely repodrida.
While I was not, everyone rolled up his sleeves and did what he had to do. When was the workhorse all washed hands and put me in charge, obviously with my consent. It's my son, and wanted to take charge.
two weeks ago that I keep running after three (because it is my only son, and others, although the banking, deserve no less).
retrospect, it was a bad experience: Finally, after two years, give me a coherent diagnosis. It is a personality disorder that has to do with the psychological and psychiatric not what (not if it is better or worse). In these 3 weeks was an incredible change and making strides. Hopefully it stays that way.
I removed many prejudices psychiatric facilities. I feared that what had tabletting in a horrible place, and it was not so: the place looked like a spa, gym, shops, a games room. He said the food was excellent. And only went to 1 tablet per day, which was what I was taking.
But I also learned other things that might have preferred to ignore.
First, I realized who cares even a little. For example my friends Claudia and Fabian sent me some mails or text messages. I did not need more than that to know they were, and that only made me much good. Another
person, said to my good friend did not call me all week. But on Thursday afternoon agreed, and made a hurried call. He asked, as it should be, how was my son, tell me then I had to go on Friday to the business of a mutual friend that I would clear my head a lot of good, and could I go get the daughter to the car, go look at it and go together. I replied that I intended to go, but each one by his side.
understand that many do not mind my son, because I do not know too much. I also happens. But I care if my friend, I send a little message "che ... VOS how you doing?" Another
of the things I learned is that everyone knows what to do, but no one rolls up. Everyone gives advice not only asked but are supremely ridiculous and I break the balls, which is why I discussed with several.
But most curious of all, I just realized I'm all alone, as usual (not that there is no one around). I always managed that way, and I guess that will always be so. And yet, I'm not alone, but I feel safe, quiet, firm in my belief and, above all, I feel I made a good living with myself.
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