I've had kind of a weird run lately. My parents were visiting Norway because they wanted to see me, and in the five weeks they took off, we managed to meet up only a handful of times (granted, they did spend 10 days of that period in Italy celebrating my uncle's birthday, so they were a bit out of reach). We also had some sessions with my psychiatrist, so they could get to know her and she could get to know more of what I've talked about during the times my parents were a topic of conversation.
I'm a little sad at the last appointment, the one with both my parents tagging along... I mean, I know that my dad is not likely to change in any significant way, on anything... But he also basically stated that he also has no intention of trying, despite the harm that his way of doing things has caused me in the past (both distant and recent). There was some level of intellectual acknowledgement that his actions may have had some effect on my development and the development of my illness, but it was only faintly recognized and quickly dismissed in favor of more important matters, such as pressuring my psychiatrist to see if she was actually putting in an effort to make me better.
I don't want to guilt-trip my folks, I really don't... But I would like them to at least understand that, hey, maybe we *don't* always know what's best for Kagus. Maybe we played a role in the bad parts of his upbringing along with the good parts.
They just left today, and I spent the night over at the apartment they were using. Slept maybe 1-2 hours from 11 PM to 8:30 AM. They've mentioned that Norway really doesn't agree with them (my dad is physically allergic to cold climates, and my mom is morally allergic to cold personalities and the general snippyness and bitchery of my dad's side of the family), and that they're unlikely to consider another trip here for quite some time, if ever.
I also have to recognize that nobody here is getting younger, and they had me relatively late in life. I just... Don't really know what to do with that knowledge. I'd love for everything to be fixed and worked out, and for me to be healthy and capable of leading a constructive and successful life, but... That really doesn't look to be in the cards, at least not any time soon. I may someday aspire to the lofty position of a janitor or superintendent for some building, or possibly even a network monkey watching over a company server if I really manage to get my act together, but the concept of me ever attaining a formal education or becoming some self-made man is an extremely hypothetical one.
As for kids? Geez, I can't even take care of myself properly, having responsibility for another human life is just outrageous. Even if I could somehow scrape together a bare minimum ("nobody is ever ready for kids!"), I wouldn't want to inflict any kind of genetic predisposition to this shit on anyone.
I'm just... I'm so tired.