DONT NOTICE ANYTHING
My mother didnt try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown
signs of oddness before that. Her detached gaze, the secret smile. Something.
We were living in a two-room apartment over the dance floor of a nightclub. My father was performing in the show that played below us every night. We could hear the musical numbers through the floorboards, and we had heard the closing number at midnight. My father should have come back from work hours ago.
My mother had asked me to stay up with her. She was lonely. We played gin rummy as the band below us played Brazil and couples danced through the haze of booze and cigarette smoke late into the night.
Finally, he came in. She jumped up, furious. Where have you been? she screamed. Even at the age of six, I could understand her anger. He worked with half-naked women and came home late. It wasnt crazy to be suspicious.
She told him she knew he was sleeping with someone. He denied it. You are! she screamed. He denied it again, this time impatiently.
You son of a bitch! she said. She picked up a paring knife and lunged at him, trying to plunge it into his face. This was crazy.
He caught her by the wrist. Whats the matter with you?
They struggled over the knife as I pleaded with them to stop. When he forced her to drop it, I picked up the knife and rammed it point first into the table so it couldnt be used again.
A few weeks later, the three of us were at the small table by the kitchenette, eating.
I was playing with the knives and forks in the silverware tray. I found a paring knife with a bent point and I looked up at my mother: Remember when I stuck the knife in the table?
When you wanted to stab Daddy?
She smiled. Dont be silly. I never did that. I love Daddy. You just imagined that. She laughed a lighthearted but deliberate laugh. I looked over at my father, who looked away and said nothing.
I knew what I saw, but I wasnt supposed to speak about it. I didnt understand why. I didnt understand how this worked yet.
Gradually, I came to learn that not speaking about things is how we operated. When we would visit another family, my mother was afraid I might embarrass them by calling attention to something like dust balls or carpet stains. As we stood at the door, waiting for them to answer our knock, she would turn to me, completely serious, and say, Dont notice anything.
We had a strange list of things you didnt notice or talk about. The night the country was voting on Roosevelts fourth term, my father came back from the local schoolhouse and I asked him whom hed voted for. Well, he said with a little smile, we have a secret ballot in this country. I didnt ask him again, because I could see it was one of the things you dont talk about, but I couldnt figure out why there was a law against telling your children how you voted.
One thing we never talked about was mental illness. The words were never spoken between my father and me. This wasnt the policy just in our own family. At that time, mental illness was more like a curse than a disease, and it was shameful for the whole family to admit it existed. Somehow it would discredit your parents, your cousins, and everyone close to you. You just kept quiet about it.
How much easier it could have been for my father and me to face her illness together; to compare notes, to figure out strategies. Instead, each of us was on his own. And I alternated between thinking her behavior was his fault and thinking it was mine. Once I learned there was such a thing as sin and I entered adolescence and came across a sin I really liked, I began to be convinced that my sins actually caused her destructive episodes. They appeared to coincide. This wasnt entirely illogical, because they both tended to occur every day. I was convinced I held a magic wand that could damage the entire household.
Excerpted from Never Have Your Dog Stuffed by Alan Alda Copyright © 2005 by Alan Alda. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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