They have three children, one of which is an absolute terror. We live below this family and all day, every day (especially now that school is out... barf), this little brat is stampeding (not running, not skipping, not walking, not tiptoeing... GALLOPING. STOMPING. JUMPING) back and forth across the floor above us. Screaming at the top of her substantial lungs for positively NO REASON.
This family, like us, is low-income. We live in tax credit housing. Like us, their income is strained for their family size. This child (or, uncontrollable rogue beast, if you prefer) is supposedly bi-polar.
The problem here is that they have sought absolutely no help for the kid. She is permitted to be a loud, obnoxious, psychotic monster day in and day out, shrieking like a banshee on fire on a regular basis, banging, jumping, and tearing through the apartment like a cat with night crazies, except weighing about 80 pounds. She is on no medication, has no therapy/counseling support, no nothing. And when you see her out and about in the yard or parking lot, she LOOKS crazy. Like, legit bonkers, crazy-haired, dirty-clothing-clad, dirty-faced little ragamuffin child.
"Does anyone else hear chirping?"
Not even exaggerating a little bit.
I don't give a shit who you are or what your situation is. BE A PARENT. Get your child help. Get another job. You make it work, because it's your baby. Instead of making yourselves, your other children, the bi-polar bag-of-nuts and all your neighbors, friends and family CRAZY, do something to help your child deal with her issues. I cannot imagine, even for a second, letting one of my little boys suffer through the crippling mood swings and feelings that plague those with bipolar disorder. Not to mention, sacrificing the happiness and sanity of our entire family.
Naturally, this family shows classic signs of being ghetto trash. So I suppose that might have something to do with it. Having a child with a condition or disorder is one thing. Refusing to bother doing something about it is quite another.
And so, to end this bitch-fest rant on a positive note, I leave you with this:
*maniacal laughter*
Dexter, May 2013
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