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posted 12-12-2004 01:51:11 AM

A few days ago, it was brought to my immideate attention that my mother had lost a grip on reality. We'll start with where I first learned of it.

Friday afternoon, at 1:17pm, my father and I departed to go to my mothers apartment complex(My mom and dad have been seperated for 4 + years). This was after reciving a phone call from my mothers school district, who said she had not come in that day, or given any warning of such, who had been contacted by her apartment complex because she had been acting irrationally.

As my father and I approached from the guest parking in front of my mom's building, I could see the first thing amiss. My mother had hit one of the poles for the covered parking, half ripping her bumper from her Nissan Sentra. The next thing amiss I noticed was her trunk was ajar. She was always a freak about keeping every thing locked, even locking the car if a grocery run required more than one trip from car to apartment. I then noticed our dog running loose around the building, not wearing her collar, with no leash.

It was then that I saw where my mother was. She was standing in the doorway of another apartment talking with another woman. She had previously said to me on numerous occasions that she did not like the occupants of said apartment, another extreamly odd thing. I then took in the appearance of my mother. She was wearing one pink platform flip flop, and one normal black rubber sandal. Grey sweatpants, and a shirt which I cannot recall at the moment with a jacket or windbreaker tied around her waist. In her hands she was carring an assortment of items, including a white plastic bag (Safeway styleish) her keys, and a few other things I didn't take too much note.

I then tuned into the conversation she was having. It was mostly one sided, my mother being the speaker. "Oh hey look, there's my son too! (I guess she had seen my father approach before I) He's a really great driver too! You know, if you ever have any problems with driving or computers or anything, just go over to the window and tap *motion tapping on a window* and he'll be right there!!!" That's what I remember most of what I listened to. She went on about some other things, was going to part ways stating "Well it was nice catching up with you", but then rambling on about the police officer who had been there earlier that morning (I assume, I had heard no mention prior or since of police). It was at that point I looked my father in the eyes with one of my obviously most shocked and horrified looks and waved. I took my leave.

I was called by my boss, I had fucked up on the scheduling, I was suppost to be there at 1, not 3pm. I quickly shower and dress and get there by 2. I call my dad after my boss goes on lunch, and state I don't want to go over to my mothers that evening, and I would be returning home. He called later in my shift, and said that would be ok, and he understood my reasons for it.

He had stayed longer, and apperently drove my mother to look at the house she had put a bid in on. She has apperently applied for a morgage to buy the house. We think this is what sent her over the edge. He said she acted normally during the house check out thing, just like her normal self, member of the Arizona BAR association, licenced school teacher for the Alhambra School District, ect ect. However before that she was talking about how she was being watched with video cameras. How someone was watching everything she was doing.

Tonight, as I was watching White-Tater(Texas hick from Blue Collar Comedy Tour who went on about getting drunk in New York), I noticed some headlights peer in my room from out in the street. This is a very unsusal occurance, as my window does not face the road outside in a way that would usually allow a passing headlight that much time to linger in my room. I peer outside to see my mothers Sentra slowly creeping, pulling a U-turn and pulling up to the curb. I quickly don a pair of pants and head out to the living room, where I again peer through the blinds. My mothers Sentra is slowly advancing in front of the house, I think she was looking for my truck, which would have been half hidden from view behind my fathers truck. I go nock on my fathers door and tell him whats up.

When he comes out, my mothers Sentra is departing the front of our house, heading back to her appartment complex. We're both somewhat concerned, because she never called me like she said she would. That was VERY unusual of her, because she is always complaining about how little she gets to see me. Her not attempting to get in touch with me kind of set off a little red flag. We say we'll wait til morning and try to get in touch with her.

A few minutes later my father comes back and knocks on my door, and asks me to come and make sure her car is there. I quickly put on some more warm clothing, and we set off. The 1/8th mile trip doesn't take too long, and we pull into her covered parking area. Her bumper is still half hanging on, and I noticed her door was left somewhat ajar. I get out of my dad's truck, and go check it out. The inside of her car is a mess, one of her glasses cases is sitting empty on the console, two empty disposable coffee containers reside in the cup holders, and some assorted garbage on the passenger side floor. I lock the car, and close the door, and take note of a Jack in the Box raindeer antenna ball on her antenna. Something she would never normally desire, or even think about.

The whole situation doesn't sit well with my dad. He goes and parks in the front of the building in the guest parking area. We approach my mothers apartment together. The blinds are somewhat ajar in her bedroom, and a light is obviously on, we couldn't tell anything further from that. We move closer to the door of the apartment, and notice debris on the ground. Something that looks like a jacket or pillow with case over a plastic bag with assorted garbage(a disposeble razor is sitting outside of it) on the left near the walkway. A 2002 Harkins souviner cup upside down on the right. A broom propped up agains the wall of the building, more bags of garbage. The blinds for hte living room were half opened, but it was dark inside, and the blinds for the kitchen were also half opened, and looked messed up (sitting half higher on one side). We attempt to call, no phone ring is heard from the inside. My father leaves a message on the home phone. We try her cellphone, and the same thing.

At this point we determine she is still inside, and possibly asleep. We depart the residence, and my father will try to make contact with her in the morning. I know she will get evicted if she keeps up this kind of behaviour. Disturbing other residents, and leaving garbage around is a big no no, and is breaking the lease.

I'm worried about her, I really am. I don't know what to do. She doesn't want to seek help, because she doesn't think there is anything wrong with her. She doesn't want to admit it. My dad and I are both at a loss of what to do. She'll get evicted, fired, and lose the house she put a bid on if she keeps this up, and will have no where to really go. I don't know what to do, but I don't want to see her like this. It's ok for me to see what she's done, but to see her actually doing them puts such a horrible feeling into the pit of my stomach, you have no idea.

I don't know what to do Forgive the numerous gamerical and spelling errors... I probably won't be going to sleep for some time yet...

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