The thin slime of dissolved animal flesh that coated every surface of grandpa's slaughterhouse was occasionally thick enough to skate on in boots. Working for grandpa was often grueling and always fascinating. Grandpa as young man starting career peddling flesh. There are few experiences as satisfying as pressure washing brains out of the foramina magna … Continue reading Slaughter house rules
"In the land of the blind," it's said, "the one-eyed man is king." Psychoanalysts have a long history of trying to convince people that they are blind and they need a one-eyed king to see into the depths of their unconscious. They probe patients for clues into the depraved condition of their upbringing. They interpreted … Continue reading The one-eyed psychoanalyst
Although he has been thinking about how he was going to to explain to mom why he only had one shoe left, he should have just been thankful that he wasn't dead. Maybe he was. Maybe being thankful for life is just to go on living without fear of death. Better to fear mom. It … Continue reading Just another near death day
My son has a particularly obvious, hyperactive, and impulsive form of ADHD. His symptoms were so severe that many of his caregivers politely informed us that they thought he was autistic. He is not, but at times, he certainly can test the limits of our diagnostic categories. This April 2020, I transitioned from a father … Continue reading From Dad to Dr. Dad of an ADHD kid
When a depressed mind surveys its life, it sees merely a snippet of life and fills in the blanks with hopeless, guilty diatribes on why life has brought it to this point. But how does it commit such villainy? The brain makes sense of the world. It gathers a little bit of information and integrates … Continue reading The depressed brain justifies itself
I remember being flabbergasted by my son's first report card. It wasn't the fact that a large portion of the report consisted of "unable to assess," due to the fact that my neuroatypical son would not complete work or sit for even 5 minute tests. It was the fact that he was being assessed as … Continue reading Do schools measure too much?
Every time I hear another story of a kind elderly lady sending her life savings to that desperate father who just needs to keep the heat on in his imaginary shanty and buy diapers for his non-existent children, I conjure the image of stuffing him in my trunk, pulling his bound body out in front … Continue reading When grandma can go f*** herself