When I came back home to take care of my dad I was greeted with dirty looks and bad attitudes. For a long time, I couldn't figure out why. I was doing my best to help my dad but I was finding it extremely difficult not only on my own but against rude and blatent hostility in my own home. After my dad died, things got worse. I couldn't seem to find a friendly person anywhere. I wound up living in the only motel that would accept dogs. One night, there was a knock at my door. It was the police w/the licence plates off my car. I started to step outside but they stopped me and told me to put my dog up. The only place to put him was the bathroom in which he barely fit. Two of them came in, two were still outside, told me my plates were expired so they removed them. Then they just stood there looking around. Finally, the one I knew asked how my dad was. I told him that he died. The officer looked down and mumbled, "oh", then perked up and said,"Wasn't there something about you and your brother taking advantage of your dad and stealing his money to buy drugs?" Excuse me?! Was that what kept us from getting my dad the care he needed and allowing us to keep our home? And if the police had such serious concerns, shouldn't they have investigated that? We were taken advantage of more times than I can recall because my dad's mind wasn't so good and he didn't want to upset anything and I seemed to have lost all credibility so no one would listen to me. This attitude affected the police, our bank, our real estate dealings(the before which I believe have acted illegaly on many occations), the family attorney, and my ability to find a job in town, or a home.
I don't know what can be done about it now. I'm just tired of being dismissed, or told its me or my own fault, or that I'm crazy.
I don't know what can be done about it now. I'm just tired of being dismissed, or told its me or my own fault, or that I'm crazy.