The first time I ever stepped into IMH was 15 years old. When my bloody farken uncle drove me there because I spoke shit to him after he tried to control me.
When I was there, I heard this LOUD WAIL like a recurring siren. It was a screaming woman. It was in the Clinic and most probably she was tied up on the bed. I was so scared.
And then my bloody farken uncle had to say: "Ahh, one day, you will become like her." Fuck you. Instead of saying nice things and encouraging me, you want me to be tied up and be stressed and scream like a banshee?! And fuck you? You drove me to IMH for no fuck rhyme or reason?! Fuck you! You ruined my life!
From that day onwards, when they had tours around IMH when I was Secondary 3, I was like sniggering to myself like, hey, I've been here.
FML and F M Uncle!
Just if you think "what did I speak?" I hated his rulings so I acted STUPID in front of him. I spoke in a high pitched voice. Why? I HOPED he will get irritated and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE! Seriously, there is something wrong with the bloody ol' farken uncle. Messed up in the blardy brains. Instead of helping your niece, he sends you to place I am Terrified of. If not for HCC, I would still not go to that place. A house on a hill. ...
My irritation to him was good because I was squeezing the screaming side and 'caring' side of him. He has this ~nonchalant~ ~cool~ EXTERIOR of him but when irritated and screwed by me, his flustered side comes out. I love that.
Advice to parents and uncles: Your kids don't want to see a Fake Cool exterior of you overpowering a child. Your kids want to see you fret over them, worry over them, sweat over them! That's what keeps the kids happy! It is the OBVIOUS care and concern that can make the kids KNOW. If not, the kid might feel 1. Threatened. and 2. Squashed down, 3. Intimidated.
Just like our school's education system. If your subject teachers come in with a lackadaisical attitude, you know I know some classmates of mine hates it!
They want personal attention from the teacher. They want the teacher to think over them. They WANT TO SEE EFFORT placed into them.
JUST like my uncle. Not some cocky, swagger-displaying uncle! But a humble, teachable, teaching and LOVING uncle!
GAWD.
I want to smoke and die.
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