I ran into Persians in la today!. As I type , I try to avoid my earliest memories with my addiction battle. Coming from a broken, fragmented, damaged, addictive Jewish community and family background and raised by my poor single handed Mother and my struggling grand mother I am only aware in my adulthood of the impact of rejection and grief for the family I never had in my childhood. I am conscious I don’t want to look back with doom on my history, but I do know there’s lots of darkness still hidden and a complicated history of ‘adult child syndrome’.
Los Angeles is full of brocken persians and there are in their disease.Yes, yes, I know. “Codependency” is a strong word, but I mean it. Trust me on this one. The only thing that understands me is the virtual world of Harry Potter or Star wars or something rich, and my persian community tries to take that from me. They say it is an addiction and that I am in denial. Yeah, no. My family has limited me to a word a lifetime, and that’s definitely not okay. My brothers gets the whole day on the internet and vegas and throwing engagement parties to play with girls hearts. He has completely taken over the family computer. He even gets away with rubbing it in my face. Favorites much? I am putting my foot down, and I have decided I will take over the family computer and persians computers. I will snatch it and all of its accessories and I’ll barricade myself in my room! Sounds foolproof, right? I will strike at midnight.morning wheneverre, and they won’t see it coming. Wait…I think there is an american visiting my blog here now! Act casual.:)
