Wednesday, March 10, 2010

On my mind

Those that know me well know I'm not a Drama Queen...I'm more a "she'll be right" type (although sometimes there is an initial teary attack). Nor do I exaggerate. But I'm troubled today. Perhaps the problem is that I'm hyper-sensitive (that's probably a bi-polar thing). Today I'm still teary, and perhaps I should just stop worrying. But I need to say something, somewhere.

Last night the kittehs and I were in the wee villa pottering about (one of a block of 10 flats/units). As is my practice when at home, I have the windows open for fresh air, and the back door open for cat traffic. The teev was on (Simpsons I think) and I heard yelling. "Oh dear" thought I, maybe some blokes over the fence are having a squabble, "Not good." The yelling continued, but grew to the point of bellowing, nay, screaming, and I decided it was all too noisy and went to shut the back door and retrieve Ninja from the garden. Then I heard the content of the yelling ~ upon listening it was definitely one-sided and contained the name of the small boy upstairs, and among other content "Fuck you" and something along the lines of 'I've had it with you.' This went on for about 10 minutes. I couldn't hear much else (no crying or smacking or anything), and when I went into the bedroom to shut the windows there, I could hear yelling about how 'everyone in these flats thinks i'm an arsehole but fuck them', or something to that effect. I couldn't comprehend what a 4 year old could have done to deserve that treatment, and I didn't have a clue what to do. All I could do was sit on the couch, cuddle Ninja and cry.

I felt a bit better after discussing it last night with Hubert, but I still felt physically sick. To see the kid, he seems healthy and happy enough, (although to me appears a touch autistic) so I'm at a loss. I don't really know what went on, or know the full situation with this man and his kid. All I know is it still upsets me now.

tenement living, originally uploaded by friendlydrag0n.

PS. added a pic I like to cheer things up a bit.


  1. I feel sick Steph and you are only telling me.

    I find it hard not to get involved when things like that happen. I can't cope seeing or hearing anything towards women or children.
    When I used to work at the courts, part of my job was to enter in the children's court judgments into the computer. It was so disturbing. I spent many a day in tears while typing.

    All it comes down to is this one comment.....some people are just ff'd in the head.

    Poor little boy.

  2. Phone child protection services. It may feel a bit dramatic and they may fob you off a little but these things can grow and tiddlers need everyone to look out for them.

  3. I really do wonder why some people bother having children.

  4. Aw, no :(.

    I'm with Becca, call CPS. Talk to someone there. Find out what they can do and/or what you can do if you hear something like that again. Have that knowledge in your head so that you won't feel stymied.


  5. Oh Drewzel, this makes my heartbreak. That poor little boy. Another thought - and I did this not long ago regarding a young man with mental health issues who lived opposite us when we first moved up here - is contact your local neighbourhood center. They often have a lot of programs and workers they can contact who might be able to help the family. I ended up getting onto a mental health case worker at our local hospital and at least they got to know that this man was not well and needed some help. It was a bit scary for us as we lived close and he would come into our yard yelling and going a bit crazy but in the end he got the treatment he needed. You poor thing - it's hard to deal with that when you're not feeling 100% yourself. Glad you had the kittie to hold. xxx


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