He had a car accident and he broke bones as a collateral injury as he was describing his injuries to us in the treatment room. He told us that his car was declared totaled by his insurance. He said that was nothing unusual as it happens when cars and people go through these accidents. Some people have these lifetime experiences; some people's life changes and some may lose a life.
He was talkative, agitated like a manic, and his mother was stressed. He was acting out, he may have a concussion besides other differential diagnoses considered.
He was in his twenties and a survivor of a serious car accident. I saw him having the usual issues of his generation like believing in recreational Marijuana better than alcohol instead of a gateway drug, the power of social media rather than a pleasure addiction Pavlov.
As I saw the interaction between a son and his mother, there was nothing but arguments. He was not even listening to her even out of respect. I saw his mother's heartbreak showing on her face. He looked like as he was lost in his stormy life of drugs, accidents, mental illness, a broken family, and the latest car accident.
To some, he was still attached to an invisible umbilical cord as his mother was supporting his existence under all circumstances. Others saw the toll of mental illness of a loved one which consumes their healthy anchors to rot with early aging and wrinkles.
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The last sentence is an entire blog in itself.
We do have anchors to others. Some are healthy and others are self-consuming. I need to think where my attachments to others border on self-destruction.
Thank you for making me think. I need to have self-respect and expect others to respect me. What should I do if someone does not respect me? Letting go of those who disrespect me means to have a safe personal space and not letting the invisible umbilical cord strangle me.
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