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My young daughter used to be such a friendly girl and all those who met her; fell in love with the vibrant personality that she exuded. These days, Sarah, who will be seven in June, is withdrawn and doesn’t interact with the world around her. She is practically a recluse. I try to understand her but she won’t relate to me on any level, her teacher meets with equal frustration and her friends have too. She has taken to “expressing herself” by wearing garish outfits (the school uniform was torn apart by her with ritual-like intensity one afternoon) and she will not deviate from her daily routine of smearing her desk with faeces. Any interruption will result in an apoplectic tantrum. Sometimes she just covers the non colour specific board with obscenities and rambles incoherently about society being an exemplar of the dysfunctional human condition. I don’t even comprehend what she is saying anymore.
One thing is certain: I rue the day that she was diagnosed as being artistic.
In fact my son is of concern too. I was undertaking my daily delve into his room to try and find any personal items that I should know about and found such obscenities under his mattress, that I cried for hours as I looked at every page in extreme detail. He had magazines full of pictures with men’s engorged things in, and some women, which quite clearly suggests there is something wrong with him, as my husband’s magazines only feature women showering in gold or something, which is very hetero-healthy. And quite opulent too. In fact you just know he has rich tastes, as the majority of his collection were called Mayfair. Classy.
Anyway when I confronted my son about his lewd publications, in front of his friends in assembly, he burst into tears and wept like a sissy, claiming that his life was ruined. This confirmed what I’d feared all along; he is a gay or even worse a bi-sensual.
Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
One thing is certain: I rue the day that she was diagnosed as being artistic.
In fact my son is of concern too. I was undertaking my daily delve into his room to try and find any personal items that I should know about and found such obscenities under his mattress, that I cried for hours as I looked at every page in extreme detail. He had magazines full of pictures with men’s engorged things in, and some women, which quite clearly suggests there is something wrong with him, as my husband’s magazines only feature women showering in gold or something, which is very hetero-healthy. And quite opulent too. In fact you just know he has rich tastes, as the majority of his collection were called Mayfair. Classy.
Anyway when I confronted my son about his lewd publications, in front of his friends in assembly, he burst into tears and wept like a sissy, claiming that his life was ruined. This confirmed what I’d feared all along; he is a gay or even worse a bi-sensual.
Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
My young daughter used to be such a friendly girl and all those who met her; fell in love with the vibrant personality that she exuded. These days, Sarah, who will be seven in June, is withdrawn and doesn’t interact with the world around her. She is practically a recluse. I try to understand her but she won’t relate to me on any level, her teacher meets with equal frustration and her friends have too. She has taken to “expressing herself” by wearing garish outfits (the school uniform was torn apart by her with ritual-like intensity one afternoon) and she will not deviate from her daily routine of smearing her desk with faeces. Any interruption will result in an apoplectic tantrum. Sometimes she just covers the non colour specific board with obscenities and rambles incoherently about society being an exemplar of the dysfunctional human condition. I don’t even comprehend what she is saying anymore.
One thing is certain: I rue the day that she was diagnosed as being artistic.
In fact my son is of concern too. I was undertaking my daily delve into his room to try and find any personal items that I should know about and found such obscenities under his mattress, that I cried for hours as I looked at every page in extreme detail. He had magazines full of pictures with men’s engorged things in, and some women, which quite clearly suggests there is something wrong with him, as my husband’s magazines only feature women showering in gold or something, which is very hetero-healthy. And quite opulent too. In fact you just know he has rich tastes, as the majority of his collection were called Mayfair. Classy.
Anyway when I confronted my son about his lewd publications, in front of his friends in assembly, he burst into tears and wept like a sissy, claiming that his life was ruined. This confirmed what I’d feared all along; he is a gay or even worse a bi-sensual.
Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
One thing is certain: I rue the day that she was diagnosed as being artistic.
In fact my son is of concern too. I was undertaking my daily delve into his room to try and find any personal items that I should know about and found such obscenities under his mattress, that I cried for hours as I looked at every page in extreme detail. He had magazines full of pictures with men’s engorged things in, and some women, which quite clearly suggests there is something wrong with him, as my husband’s magazines only feature women showering in gold or something, which is very hetero-healthy. And quite opulent too. In fact you just know he has rich tastes, as the majority of his collection were called Mayfair. Classy.
Anyway when I confronted my son about his lewd publications, in front of his friends in assembly, he burst into tears and wept like a sissy, claiming that his life was ruined. This confirmed what I’d feared all along; he is a gay or even worse a bi-sensual.
Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
Lol quite funny, definitely different:D
Diagnosis: Moider!
Dick Van *What, I can't write his surname!* - the celebrity I fear most typing into Google!
Dick Van *What, I can't write his surname!* - the celebrity I fear most typing into Google!
*canned laughter*
The dial on my chuckleometer has risen to 82%.
Nice one :)
The dial on my chuckleometer has risen to 82%.
Nice one :)
The sagacious one wrote:
> Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
Heh heh.
This post has been the funnyest thing i've read all day.
> Why can’t I have a normal family like the Osbournes?
Heh heh.
This post has been the funnyest thing i've read all day.
"and she will not deviate from her daily routine of smearing her desk with faeces"
Surely she would be expelled for such repulsive behaviour, but there is no mention of this. What is today's education system coming to.
-slaps himself-
It's not a true story.
Oh yes, of course.
Then I declare it quite amusing.
Yes, I agree.
Surely she would be expelled for such repulsive behaviour, but there is no mention of this. What is today's education system coming to.
-slaps himself-
It's not a true story.
Oh yes, of course.
Then I declare it quite amusing.
Yes, I agree.
I laugh