![]() ![]() ![]() Therefore it also wasn’t completely unreasonable for them to wonder whether I, too, might one day succumb to my mother’s affliction. It is also true that some mental illnesses are hereditary, and can be passed down through the generations. “Hey, aren’t you that girl whose mother has green hair and comes to school with her?” There was something even more bizarre about being confronted by snickering strangers in those rare moments when I found myself alone. In reality, of course, nothing could have been more humiliating than being “that girl with the crazy mother.” There was something very strange about meeting someone after class – every class – and having it be my mother. ![]() Prior to that, she had removed me from school altogether. Besides, at the time, I considered it an improvement. She believed that someone was waiting to attack me at my school, and at length she somehow persuaded the school board to allow her to attend classes with me. My mother’s delusions didn’t permit her to sit quietly at home where no one would notice her illness. ![]() There probably wasn’t anyone who didn’t know. You can imagine what it was like, living in a small town with a parent with a severe mental illness. ![]()
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