D&D Hell

[trystinn]

I'm not really sure why I agreed to play D&D again, most likely a guilt response to create more of a social life. How signing up for weekly D&D sessions makes me more social I have no idea - but there you go. I do like these people, quite a few of which are BTW Seekers - which gives me an interesting perspective into their lives I might not otherwise have. This is both a good and a bad thing.

First off, their home is chaotic. Every time I go over there, its a caphony of competing video games with "Guitar Hero" on the living room tv and various hand-held games being played by the non-playing child. The hosts have two dogs, which honestly given I have four, is somewhat refreshing - though I'm concerned that both try to spend the entire game curled up on the bench near me or on my lap, anywhere to be away from the noisy kids.

I made a point at the beginning of the game that I have rather sensitive hearing and that loud background noise has a tendency to give me migraines - so perhaps could we put the kids down at 10pm or a quiet time of books, puzzles, etc.? I was immediately assured this was impossible. So until 1:30am three children under age eight were allowed to play "Guitar Hero" and various hand-held screaming video games in the very next room to our game. Two of the kids are autistic, one mildly so (frankly, I haven't even noticed it) and the second moderately so to the point where she eats everything (pica) and needs constant supervision. And when I say eats everything - I mean eats pencils, rips plastic off of toys and chews on it, sucks on razors, etc. Add to that the hosts taking turns screwing around on their computer when it wasn't their turn and you have a truly insane evening.

I realize I was raised very strictly - but since when is this sort of thing "normal"?

Comments

[beltainelady.livejournal.com]

Um...no. My daughter is allowed to stay up during the summer and on weekends, but not during the school year. Then again, she's also 14 and not autistic.

If this is what they're like in real life, imagine it in a coven. And then walk away.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

I brought hubby over to see these folks in their own environment, given he was under the impression I have been overly judgmental in criticizing them. Once we got into the car to drive home, he turned to me, visibly shuddered and said: "No way in hell".

Ugh.